"If he has tapped into the creatures of the south then we will have more of a challenge than just dealing with his soldiers. We could be looking at our death."
"You are the melodramatic type aren't you?"
Lady Godiva shakes her head while reaching for a sip of her ale.
"Ney, I am just saying..."
Dante looks around the Tavern,
"It is a rather poor turnout today don't you think?"
Being sarcastic as she always is, Lady Godiva gives her reply,
"You do like to say a lot and nothing at the same time don't you?"
Then looking around herself,
"What does it matter, the Tavern's sales do not go towards our pockets."
Dante can only grin at the statements made by Lady Godiva. If they were made by anyone else he would be reaching for his hilt but knowing 'how she is' he pays her no mind.
"Ah ha..." He replies as he puts his hand at the back of his head like a pillow.
Lady Godiva grins knowing that her words are just as proficient as her sword use. She puts her boot on the table and leans back as though she owns the tavern.
"Hey wench, bring another swag."
"So..."
Dante cracks a devilish grin while thinking of what he can say to put the very cool maiden on edge.
"Have you a husband or boy friend?"
He can already feel the backlash of his question.
Surprised by the question Lady Godiva replies,
"You must be getting drunk to switch from the dark cleric's whereabouts to my love life?"
She knows she did not give a reply, she likes to take away the spotlight from herself and shine it elsewhere.