As the deadbeat approached and casually insulted him, Rua only narrowed his eyes in response. Play it cool or not, he wasn't much for getting insulted, and certainly not by this greasy-haired twit. Still, this was Terrel's game for the moment, and he held his tongue.
He rolled his eyes at the man's snide remark on his masculinity, as even he could tell that there was no bite to make it a real insult. The swordsman didn't really think that this guy was that high up on the food chain 'round these parts, judging by this performance.
When Terrel looked back at him, he only waved her off. I'll be fine, his expression and almost flippant demeanor said to the thief. She slapped some money down on the table and made her way to the door with the lackey and Rua turned back to the book, just missing someone else stepping through into the dive moments after Terrel had exited.
Rua couldn't miss the sudden low whistling of several of the drunkards in the room, as well as a slight but noticeable increase in the ambient volume in the bar, nor could he ignore Relayia suddenly perking up on his shoulder at the commotion. He glanced up from the book, and almost did a double-take when he saw her making her way over to him, a deceptively sweet smile gracing her features. He froze, green eyes widening in shock.
She was pale of skin, marking her instantly as an outsider like himself. Reddish-brown hair, adorned by an ornamental white headband behind her bangs, cascaded over bare shoulders and down to her shoulderblades, framing a pretty face with deep blue eyes that swept casually over the bar. Her clothing was light of color and material, reminsicent of Cher Plek's fashions.
Her shirt, shoulderless and yet with loose, billowing sleeves, was the color of cream, its downturned collar dyed in a soft rose color. With the way it was cut, anyone would've taken note of the considerable amount of bosom she showed, and the pendant she wore around her neck nestled comfortably over her cleavage, drawing the eye down to the peak of violet-blue lines that broke the series of downturned red triangles that looped around the pink hem. A belt encircled a slim waist and red shorts, and his gaze traveled down bare legs right to the soft leather boots she wore. Looped around her elbows and behind her back was a shawl of orange cloth, its body adorned in red squares bordered in violet, and its edges cut into a series of purple triangles. She made her way over, ignoring the few remarks made about her and casually dodging a few errant hands that reached out towards her from the wooden tables.
His gaze followed her as she swept around the booth he occupied, sliding into the seat Terrel had been occupying moments earlier. Her smile widened a fraction, and she cocked her head in a manner that was almost girlish as she propped her head up on her hands, her elbows resting on the table.
"Fancy seeing you in Rogueport, Rua," she greeted, her voice carrying a soft, lilting accent that almost strung the words together. "You never did seem the type to associate with this kind of rabble."
Rua leaned back in his seat in as nonchalant a manner as he could, and wondered if it was not too late to make a bolt for the exit.