* noticing the sound of an empty mug actually gladdens him. He feels as though he has accomplished something, slain the dragon as it were, or as in this case; captured the heart of an angel in distress. He makes his way in lightning fashion to her table *
Shall I be bringin' more fer ye?
* before an answer could even be uttered *
It tastes good doesn't it? Really good, the finest we have really - it be good, yes? It is good ain't it? Yes? Right?
* he stands with a gleeful expression awaiting to hear from the ale moistened lips of the maiden declare that what he had done did in fact bring her joy. *
Being so rudely jolted from her reverie, Sabina turns and nods briefly at the man. "Aye, barkeep, the ale was surpassing my previous visit." She notes his anxiousness, and says, "Kindly contain yerself ... 'twere only a glass of ale, fer the love of Oden. Keep yer skin on. And bring me another." Sabina flips another silver bit on the table.
* with a sense of victory and accomplishment his head bobs up and down as he rushes off to get some more ale *
Yes meh lady, yes meh lady, just now.
* within a flash he comes back with more of the tantalizing brew *
Be there anything else meh lady?
* he then stands with a carless lean while playing with the ends of his rather lengthy moustache *
Her eyebrows knit together in a frown. "Not a blasted thing more, man. Now be off with ye before I crush you like an ant! Can't a warrior enjoy an ale without yer hangin' about? Scat!"
* he jumps in his shoes and yells out like a woman in labor *
Okay misses, okay misses...
* he then hurries off to the back to catch his breath. After some time he comes out and starts to organize the bar while at the same time taking peeks at his 'princess' through the available mirrors and the corner of his eye *
Truly, he's an infant in a grown man's body - smallish though he is, fer a grown man, Sabina thinks to herself. Am I a trinket, a prize to gloat over? I'm just another warrior looking to quench a thirst.
She tucks a red curl behind one ear and finishes her ale, noticing as she tips her head back the stiffness in her neck. And then realizes that her muscles are beginning to tighten up all over. Time to get moving before she can't move at all.
The warrior rises quickly and moves deliberately toward the exit, thirst slaked and prepared for a new day of adventure....
* As the beaut leaves he is quick to turn full faced towards her *
So long meh love...
* he then bites his lip quickly and continues *
Er, meh princess... ah, I mean so long fer now, ta ta...