Well this was all interesting as hell. There were Grey Wardens, templars, drunks, apostate magi.. Shaping up to be a lovely afternoon all around, really. But he’d noticed this already; several times, in fact. The new lady was somewhat unexpected – as though nothing else so far hadn’t been today, really – and as more and more people were added to the conversation, it became simultaneously easier to fade into the background, and harder to maintain an impassive face. Ky couldn’t help but marvel at the woman’s astounding luck though; she happened to be looking for Grey Wardens, and now there was one in the tavern? Here? Why on earth. The chances of that weren’t high enough for a repeat gambler to even attempt to beat. He took another swig of his drink in an attempt to remain uncharacteristically silent for just a little while longer; these people didn’t really seem the sort to interrupt if he could help it, even trying to forget the fact that he, too, was an apostate mage. Even if just for a few moments.
He was glad for the girl’s being the main point of the current conversation though, however badly he might have felt because of it; she was handling the attention much more graciously than he thought he would have. He’d have probably just gone to hell with it, said he was a mage, and hopped out the window ages ago. After.. Well, finding something to help him out the window. Maybe he’d knock someone over and jump on them. That would be fun too.. The whole fight in and of itself hadn’t lasted all that long, and while his chest still hurt – also the side of his head? He hadn’t remembered that one – he was sort of wishing it was still happening so that this conversation wouldn’t be.
Oh, she was so much better at this. Kyrio wasn’t so sure how he felt about automatically being included in all of.. this, whatever it was, but he didn’t really have anything else to do. And this lady was gorgeous and friendly, and in all likelihood in the situation she was in right now because of him, so he figured he might as well at least finish the conversation. Right? He raised his eyebrows a little bit in response, then turned to finish his drink before looking back over at her. He had no idea what her name even was; right now she was still just Pretty Lady in his head. ‘A Grey Vard’n vis templar friends? An honour ‘ardly calculable.’ He glanced over at Mr. Serious. Hopefully curly wouldn’t have much more of a problem with the both of them coming than he seemed to be having with.. the whole tavern in general already.