Leifr frowned a bit when the barkeeper declared that the girl besides him look dependable, but as it turned out she announced that she was able to pay her own living expenses. In addition, apparently his insight at treating children like adults was spot on for this one. Her introduction was a little cheeky, but cute as well. Leifr bowed his head lightly to her and introduced himself with a warm smile.
“I am Leifr, a noble of the House Forbannet as you had already confirmed. I am at your service, Lady Kortine.”
Turning back towards the barkeeper, he was just about to speak when Lyrisa asked him his purpose for being here. That was a good question, an vague one that he assumed would probably go over her head but Leifr dare not say that. But, what could he say? Something that would appease a girl that liked being treated like an adult, something that was vague but not rude. Something that allowed him to leave without being forced...
Leifr couldn't think of anything and panicked.
“Nothing like that, milady! I'm here to, uh... I am...” The more he stumbled on his words the less options he could think of. “It's... complicated. I said before that I was acting of my own volition, milady, and I meant- You see, I...”
He cleared his throat and spun back towards the barkeeper and started fumbling around for his coin-purse. “S-Sir Selvus of the Guard is at the barracks, was it? The other side of the village.” Finding the small bag, he slipped his fingers in and with a single motion pulled out one iL, set it on the counter, and slid it towards the barkeeper.
“Thank you kindly, milord,” Leifr spoke as he abruptly stood from his seat and gave a slight bow towards the large man, “You have my gratitude.”
Turning towards Lyrisa, he performed a deeper bow.
“I thank you for your attention, milady. Our chat was most interesting thought it pains me to say that I must be on my way. Take care of yourself, Lady Kortine.”
And without giving anyone a chance to say anything, he briskly retreated from the tavern and was outside before a patron had a chance to look at him. How humiliating it felt not knowing what to say. And to a little girl, even!
He quickly approached his warhorse and let out a nervous breath. After a moment of collecting himself, he spoke to his steed.
“We have a destination now, Vera.”
A dismissive snort.
“Still no good?”