[Valan Quinn]

Valan slowly tailed Elmaryia as she made her way to their table. Valan stared at his surroundings as they walked. It seemed that this tavern also doubled as supply store, although the young man couldn’t possible imagine what he would need right now. He nearly tripped over a leg table when he wasn’t minding where he was going. Val returned his sister’s smile as he sat deliberately into his chair. He nodded politely as she initiated conversation. “Trysvale? Working for a constable? You’re certainly moving up quickly aren’t ya?” he laughed. “Much more direction than myself- that’s for sure.”

“Coin?” he paused slightly. “Well, not much to tell you the truth. I’ve sold some uh, real estate a while back, and I’ve just been coasting on the profits ever since. But when the money runs out, well, I’ll think of something.” he winked.

Valan looked up at their waitress, stared up at her perhaps a little longer than he should’ve, and smiled. “Me? Ahem, let’s see… I’ll have the fish, swordfish if you have it. If not, then anything’s fine. Oh, salt, too please.” He pressed his index finger to his lips. “The herb soup would be great, a rice cake, and handful of strawberries...” Valan nodded towards Elmaryia. “Do you like strawberries, Elma?” The young human picked his eyes back up to meet the waitress’s. “And to drink… white wine. Enamorian chardonnay would be perfect. If not then anything else white will do.” He folded his arms and nodded, indicating that he was finished.