An older man, one who looked enough like Yel for Lydus to decide he was her father, wandered in with a clearly hungover dwarf. He paused to ask the girl if she was fine.
Lydus couldn’t keep a toothy smirk from splitting his face at Yel’s reply. "Just getting this gentleman a drink." He failed to notice any pause... or, at least, he chose to ignore it.
“Aye, gentleman…” He grinned, slamming back his tankard to drain about half of it in one go. He let it slam back down onto the counter, accompanied by a victorious belch. “Ahhhh…”
His reverie, however, was quickly interrupted.
"Lowering the quality of another establishment, Lydus?" a sweet voice said from the doorway of the establishment. The formerly lone Venator sighed, a distinct edge of irritation returning to his voice as he glanced over his shoulder at… yep. Shorty McShort-Shorts, shortest of elves and non-dwarf Venatori. At least, as far as Lydus cared to know.
The fiery-haired elf quickly made her way to the bar, hopping up on a stool - literally, which amused Sticky-Fingers to no end - pointedly taking one of the couple between Lydus and the knight. "Please excuse my colleague. He gets cranky" she said to the knight in the fancy armor, smiling, her voice cheery.
Lydus’s face was divided neatly by a frown. “Well some’ne’s got to, with you being so damned cheerful…” He paused. “...Most of the time, anyway.” He murmured.
He let her introduce herself and order something - though the nob kissing her fingers didn’t go unnoticed - and then, like the child she acted, she rocked her stool.
Moments before Lydus snapped and did something violent, Drake’s voice cut through the increasingly tense atmosphere. "So, what's a pair of Venatori doing around here? Monsters lurking around, or are you just passing through?"
Sticky-Fingers chortled. “Oh I bet you already took care a’ all the monsters roun’ here, ‘demon-slayer’.” Lydus snorted, slamming back the rest of his ale before wiping what dregs ended up on his lips and chin off with his filthy sleeve. “We’re keeping our ears, pointy an’ round, out for anythin’ too much for knights ‘n shiny armor. Y’know, real work, nob.”