Well, the younger one hadn't seemed particularly pleased with the offer. Maybe he didn't drink?
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HAH. Okay, now to really consider what was happening. From the way he kept trying to recompose himself, the other dwarf was clearly not from around these parts. People here rarely composed anything, much less themselves, much less in a tavern, much less when they were already drunk. Kyrio wasn't.. really the sort to be particularly composed, but at the same time he did feel an automatic comaraderie with the younger man if only for the sole reason that there really weren't that many dwarves around here, and the little guy was trying really quite hard to do.. whatever it was he thought needed to be done here. Kyrio was still not entirely certain about what was happening, but he supposed there was a kind of.. cultural disagreement happening here.
But beyond that, now there was an actual disagreement here. One of the drunks had chosen to be even more disorderly, standing up rather like a trick pony on his hind legs and pointing inaccurately at Ky's new friend. Ky calmly, bemusedly, took a drink, as the elven lady spit back a stunning riposte he couldn't say he was entirely displeased with. He gave her a look of wild amusement mixed with a bit of 'oh really?' before her own expression betrayed a bit of fear. OH,right. There was that whole actually being a mage thing to contend with. Apparently she was one as well? Yeah, that wasn't going to make things more interesting at all..
And.. the addition of the exhausted looking Templar really didn't seem like it would help. Granted, it would make the drunkard fade into the background, but only because the problem he threatened paled in comparison to the shit they could be in with a templar. The man had done as templars are wont to do, and taken control of the situation, though it was clear that he felt as though he didn't have all the pieces put together just yet. Kyrio couldn't really say that he wasn't surprised when the new little fellow stepped away from them and towards the curly-headed man, slightly, more just moving his cloak to reveal a fine griffin on his arm. As the dwarf talked, Ky looked back over at the girl. 'Vat on eart' iss goving on?' he asked quietly, more mouthing it than anything. She was a mage, he was a mage, there were drunks, small noblemen, tall and exhausted town wardens.. It was like one of Paragon Seuss' slightly more macabre, earlier works. Or perhaps one right at the end of her literary career. Either way, it was starting to read as though some unseem hand were guiding them along, and it was getting kind of weird. The dwarf looked over to her, offering what was surely a reassuring smile, and Ky looked at her in amusement, before looking back over to evaluate the templar. He seemed a little grouchy, so Kyrio gave him a little wave and held out a mug of ale - quality was not quite the best but a step above terrible, which made it actually not that hard to get down. However the man wanted to respond to that. Kyio wasn't really going go move that far away from his friend here, so he'd sit here while things were playing out around him and needed his interaction one more. Clearly these lovely young men in armor and uniform were in charge, yes? And he would wait for them to settle and then insert himself in as he saw necessary to move things along. Or not. Or something. His plan was.. not a plan. Oh well. But it was there. In case it was needed. It seemed, for the moment though, that she needed to reply. Now depending on her next reaction, he had... well okay, very few qualms about ousting himself as a mage at this point in time, do if it was needed, then he would.
for right now though, he preferred being that one dwarf at the edge of the bar drinking his drink, talking to his pretty elf ladyfriend, and perhaps doing some of those things that she had said he had a better chance with than that other guy. if that made sense at all. In effect, he's waiting, but poised in case if requires.