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When the ugly man left Grimm had stopped his barking, but his teeth still showed until the door had fully closed behind him. Then the black dog sauntered over to his Mistress, who looked rightly distressed and embarrassed. The swarthy skin of her cheeks had blushed crimson at her companion's behaviour, but Grimm had no regrets in his actions. When he had made it to the lady, she put her hands on her hips, tapping her toe in disapproval. "Was that really necessary, Grimm?" Though she knew no answer would come, the young, dark lady asked the dog weakly before crouching down to his level and breaking into a smile. She pat him reverently on the head and behind the ebony ears, for though her embarrassment rang true her pride in her animal companion could not be hidden behind blushed cheeks.
"Now, I have much more important questions to ask," Kellan relayed to Grimm, her smile fading as she stood up once more and looked about the common room. She searched valiantly for the Innkeeper, for it was his permission she required in a matter that involved why she had even come to the Vineyard Tavern. She saw the man, whom she had heard being called Finian, serving a short and stout man of the Dwarven kind.
"I suppose I should wait...no need to be rude and interrupt," the woman sighed as she came to her conclusion. "Besides, we have all day. Nightfall is not for several hours, and even then the best view is not until deep hours of the night arrive."
Kellan sat back down in her former seat, waiting patiently for the Innkeeper Finian to finish his service to the Dwarf.
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