The Harth Fire

    The inn was very busy thanks to the tournament going on. There was all types of landers here along with a mix of Adventurers. It was here that Katherine decided to find herself for some rest and relaxation.

Along with doing what she does best; Dancing. She was dancing to the music that the bard was playing beside the large hearth. Her figure moving with grace and ease of someone who has done this for years.

    The hearth flame behind her was being magically enchanted to mimic her own movements. Every step she took, so did the flaming image of her, every spin, and every hip sway. Any hand gesture and so on; A perfect copy.

At one point she even gave a wink to an Adventure, which the flame then changed its posture, doing an emote like a blowing kiss, before she went into a several twirls and back to moving with the rhythm of the music.

    Merek walks on into the Inn, while making his way to change into the street attire which he wears, a black-red shirt along with trousers that are belted about, damask patterns upon each piece as well. He makes a way into the main room to pick up his food, although he does look to Katherine while she performs. The man looks to the steak which he was given, made without the menu, and a drink of whiskey.

    The imp woman continues to move before she clasps her hands together at the end of the music, twirling down to kneel, then swings out her arms in a bow. The flame behind her explodes outward with wisps of flame that fade away before they get close to everything.

As the room cheers for her performance, she steps down from the hearth and shares a few of her tips with the bard, before giving him and a little hip bump.

After that she goes to cross the room with her style of hip-swaying walk, to only notice Merek. There she steps over easily enough before placing her hands on the table he sits at and leans over slightly. Her imp tail flicks behind her. "That is a mighty fine piece of meat you got there?" She says with a gentle giggle and a warm smile. "Mind if I join you here at this table, sir Merek?"

    Merek looks to the bard, while he nods a bit then to Katherine when she comes upon that table. He does seem to think about it, "That's fine with me," he states, taking the piece of the steak from the plate to eat from it. He does settle in at a table with the woman looking to want to talk, "You are doing well" he asks of the imp a little bit politely.

    "I am always doing well," Katherine says with a grin, before she sits down very lady like, hands coming to rest upon her lap. "And yourself? Are /you/ doing well?" She asks with a gentle raise of her brow.

"You seem to handle yourself well in a fight." She admits, before motioning to him with an open hand, "You and that fancy blade of yours."

    Merek seems to think about the words, while he would nod a little bit to Katherine, "Thank you. I was from Breg Epona, though I've moved to being an Outcast. In the new political arena it's been difficult to find people." The man thinks about it, looking to the weapon which is settled next to him on the table. "I decided to wield it." A look to the woman, "What brings you about to Breg Epona?"

    "You said that you acquired it from a King." Katherine says with some keen interest, "And it seems we are both Outcasts, though," She looks at her nails slightly, "I have /very/ little interest in politics. To... messy." Her glow lavender eyes then look at him.

"As for myself, a little exploration. A bit of experience gaining and to gain some coin. I'm also doing a little research and looking for anyone who has a keen scholarly eye." The imp admits. "So far, it is has been... difficult... to find those with a deep knowledge and desire in books."

    Merek looks then to Katherine, "I do a lot of magical study and reading," he notes, while he takes the place in, sipping from the drink while he seems thoughtful. "Anyway, it was from the King we defeated who had turned into a dark wielder, I am picking up his weapon to defend all of his Kingdom for his Princess."

    "That seems romantic." Katherine says with a smile, "Do you plan to try to gain the princess' hand in marriage perhaps?" She raises a brow at that thought.

"And do you now? I do some reading myself, but this is-- a complicated task. Though I might keep you in mind should my research come to bare fruit." The imp adds with a bit of thought.

    "She's a ghost, it was a long time ago for that place, that Kingdom," Merek notes, while he looks to Katherine. "Thank you, I will keep that in mind," he notes, while he takes a drink of that alcohol, then he lifts up the steak to take a piece from it. "Well, it's a nice city anyway, I like to keep to myself when I'm not generally adventuring."

    Katherine ahs softly, "So, you are a lone wolf type." She then goes to stand up, just as gracefully as she sat down. "Well, I shall leave you to your peace, my dear sir."

The imp then goes to step away, before glancing over her shoulder slightly to him. "But should you ever have need a of a Magus," She gives a sultry smile. "Feel free to reach out." Then as she goes to walk away, Merek will find a friend invite is sent his way.

    Merek looks to the friend invite, while he accepts that, then nodding a bit while the woman walks from the place. "Take care," he notes, then he would be back to the meal while he yawns also.