"Aye, you seem like an adventurer but you are a bit too clean and well spoken to be travellers. I come and go as I please, live at the edge of the town and earn my keep by completing quests from all around." Ayra gestured at the guitar laying at her feet. "Music you say? Mind giving us a show? I'm sure the other musicians would be more than happy to accommodate you." She smirked
She sighed. "Run away royalty. Queen Crystal is looking for us probably. Isn't the life for us. Maybe you could teach us a few things. And we better be able to give you a show. I know few good sea shanties myself. I've snuck myself into too many bars and too many ships not too. Evan has decided to remain refined in his stuck up ways." "I am NOT stuck up Evan. I just like to keep myself formal, with a cold front. You let down your guard to easy around pretty people." "What of it? Big beautiful eyes like that? She could hypnotize anyone if she wanted." Then their food was set down and they began to feast.
Ayra was a bit taken aback with how quickly the two spoke. "Ahem, thank you for the compliment. I myself know what it means to be on the run–" she paused to roll up her sleeves and pull down the collar of her shirt. "There's a reason I have all these scars." She smiled ruefully, glancing at the 8 or so scars, crisscrossing around her arms and the large one starting on her right shoulder and ending right above her breast. Ayra tied her shirt closed but kept her sleeves rolled up, turning to take another bite of her meal. "I can help you out, nit many people here have good intentions, especially not when you look as nice as the two of you do." She smiled.
"What oh these old rags? Ain't nice at all. Evan insisted on laundry. He's used to being spoiled. And what's the price on having you as a tutor of these parts?" Evan just kept quiet, a bit butt hurt, enjoying his soup and beer in peace. He eyed everyone else and then handed Evelyn his bag of coins once he finished. "I'm gonna go check on the horses." And walked away.
A soft laugh came from Ayra as she finished the rest of her meal and leaned back against the counter. "I don't work with people, I'll work for them. You need a place to live, I can find or build on for you. You need a medicine only made in a faraway land, I'll get it for you. But if you need a babysitter or a teacher, best not to bug me with that." She smiled half heartedly. A joyful tune started playing and a few people started dancing. A young fair-haired boy came and took Ayra by the hand, doing a dance with her. Alvin wiped the counter and chuckled. "Ah, don't mind her. The lassie has been through much and doesn't want ta get attached ta anything again. Tis why she leaves town, and her home so often. If yeh don't stay in one place for too long, yeh can't get attached."
"That's not true. You can become connected to people on the run like that." She sighed as itched at her elbow a bit and watched. "I know what it's like." Evan came back, a bit roughed up. "I'm fine. Hit em with-"He stopped and cleared his throat. "Just know I got rid of the thieves. Now then, we need to get a room for the night. I'm not camping again." "Alright alright Mr.Spoiled."
"She had a rough few years. Didn't trust anyone. The lass would try to steal food from the kitchen and slept wi' the horses at night. I found her one night, shivering and blue. She's like my child, but I don't know anything about her." Alvin sighed.