[Saraphim]

Strenge looked up surprised at Taliesin.

"Oh, my. I'm terribly sorry, sir. I didn't see you in my eagerness to speak to my friend here. I'll just come back later, shall I?" the last part was said to Caraerdry, who nodded.

Strenge got up and went back to the bar. Taliesin gave him a glowering look as he passed, and Strenge twitched a bit.

Lovely, he thought, The last thing I need after coming to this new country is and enemy.

Strenge had never been a particularly brave person, and as he sat down at the bar and ordered another drink, he couldn't help but feel Taliesin's gaze bore into his neck. Logic told him that this was simply his inherent paranoia acting up. It was obvious that Taliesin was looking at Caraerdry's wares, but Strenge could not help but twitch self-conscously into his tankard.