Breakfast. The Sure Way To Heal the Ice.

Roland slowly sipped the mug that had been placed in front of him. Pulling at the new tunic and garments given to him yesterday. It was...tighter in some areas. Most specifically in the lower regions, and no matter who he tried to adjust it. A tell-tale bulge sat nice and snug in the front of his jeans. He was no stranger when it came to hiding an erection, but when you have more than a bit of girth and length added to your package, it takes some getting used to. Yet, that wasn't what unsettled him the most.

His hand drifted to the left side of his head, where the scarred socket had recently received a replacement. He hasn’t looked at it yet. The stares he got from Rose and that elf were enough to curb his curiosity. Covering it with a cloth eyepatch that Roselle had in storage. Despite this, he could still See. Or sense through it. His vision was blocked, but it seemed to catch a flow in the air. Crisp and sweet. Intoxicating even. Begging to be **** and-

“H-How’s the Coffee Roland?”

Roland looked up and saw the cherry cheeked Hobbit giving her best smile. She was visibly shaking on her feet, her hair a frizzy mess while caked in brown sugar and flour. She was, quite frankly, a hot mess. Especially with her eyes drifting every so often to his lap.

“Guess she can’t get your fat cock outta her head! Oooooh I never thought I’d get to witness the Bashful waitress get her cherry popped! How many do you think she’ll squeeze out after you drop baby bombs in her snatch? Twins? Triplets?! I’ve seen what a Hobbit Housewife looks like! Could pack a whole village of your spawn if you let 'em!”

“Housewife? Kids?! Who said anything about-” he stopped as his attention once again focused on the matter at hand. Noticing the now red-faced Roselle wide-eyed and still. She quickly sat the teapot down before making a dash for the kitchen, “OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! THE POTS BOILING!!!! GOTTA GO BYEEEEEE!!!!” She squealed before a subtle crash could be heard from within. Perhaps even more than the one pan.

"Oh, she’s simply too precious!!! So, when are you gonna bend her over the table and give it to her nice, rough, and oh so loving?"

Is...Sex the only thing you think about? I’ve only known you for a day, and half of it was-”

"Sucking your dick! Yes! And to answer your question, No! It's not the only thing I think about! I also think about food! And you~” Teasing you~! Rile you up till-” There was a pause in his skull before Ahva gave another impish giggle, “Guess that's really all I do think about! Hehehehehehe!"

“You must excuse the ‘help’ around here. Though ‘help’ would be a compliment in her regard.” said an English accented tone as the lithe women from earlier sat in the chair opposite of him. Pouring herself a glass of something chilled and gold into a teacup, “I must admit, I thought the Hobbit was lying when she said someone had taken my room, Never thought it’d be a human. A delectable one at that.” She extended a hand, palm downward, fingers lightly curled, “My name is Eline Von Alfrenhiner. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”

Roland looked her way, shifting a tad uncomfortably in his seat as he sipped more of his coffee, “Oh, uh, nice to meet you too.”

She remained still, hand still extended, before slowly receding her arm to her side, “My...Apologies, I have forgotten to take into account that noble customs are just that. Customs for nobles.”

An annoyed growl ringed in his ears as his foreign passenger gave a huff, “By moonlights! I was hoping she left!”

You know her?

“Just a prissy stuck-up elf that got lucky in the birthing lottery, So nothing special if you haven't guessed. Well, except her being a ‘know it all’ of the Arcane arts. A load of hogwash really.” She hissed the last bit. As if Eileen's magical practices left far to be desired.

“Hello?” She snapped her fingers, “Has the Lithan caught your tongue? Or perhaps my beauty has finally pierced through that thick skull of yours?” She fluttered her eyes. A casual look of smugness in her smirk.

Roland felt anger flow upwards through his vocal cords, “Sorry, but I see you more as an oddity than beauty. Like a red apple turned sour inside out.”

Her eyes widened slightly, her teeth visibly clenching before her features softened to a sly smile, “Ah good for you to notice something at least. Human’s always did have a way with… words." She took an audible gulp from her teacup and set it to the side, “I take it you’re here for Amilla’s Solstice? Not much else anyone would stay in this hovel otherwise.”

Roland felt another retort begin to bubble forth, but quickly shoved it down hard, he usually had more self-control than this, and the last thing he needed was to piss off someone who had a modicum of influence here.

“You...mean the festival that’s to start tonight? It’s...my first time attending, yes.”

Her smirk inched a tad wider as she fought off a snicker, “Ah, You're a Well Virgin? Hoping to get a sample of the waters to fulfill a lonely heart?” She said with a bit of mockery. Like someone telling a child that the tooth fairy isn’t real, or clapping will bring back the ones you accidentally smeared on your boot, “Shouldn’t believe everything you hear from Taverns. More likely to grow a second head than finding your 'soul mate'.”

A glass was set softly on the table, filled with a golden hue of juice, "You say that as if you don't partake in the tradition yourself.” Said Rose as she put her hands to her hips, “Unless spending those lonely nights here at my bar is your idea of a good vacation.”

Eileen's smile remained still, but a very clear vein throbbed in her at the nape of her slender neck, “Not my fault that there's no one here that could possibly measure up to my taste. And speaking of taste.” She sipped her tea and set it back on the glass cloister, “Your mother isn't here yet I see. The only reason I can think as to why this tastes like orc piss.”

Rose's smile faded, worry, and fear weighing on her, “No… She isn't. She’s running late, along with the yearly help.”

Eileen arched an eyebrow, “So I’ve noticed. I expected to see the dwarf here at least. It's...uncharacteristic for both to leave you to the wolves.” Confusion was clear on the elf's face, Belle’s absence seemingly a very rare occurrence, before giving a shrug of disinterest, “Ah well, At least you’ll be quite the morsel for them to prey upon.”

A clear shudder wreaked through Rose’s body, eyes wide and shifting to panic, “Oh gods! I’m doomed! Doomed I tell ya! Doomed!” fell to her knees, clearly on the verge of hyperventilating, or losing whatever she had for breakfast.

Roland went over and knelt down, slowly as possible, though the pain was gone, his wounded leg felt stiff and locked up against sudden and quick movements, “It’s...It’s Ok Rose,” He gave a sympathetic pat on her shoulder. “I’m feeling loads better than I did yesterday, I can help you cook-”

“You really want to spend the entire day with HER? Little miss fat cakes here-”

“STOP INSULTING HER!”

The tavern went silent, Eileen features notably more pallid as Roland felt the words flare from his lungs. His emotions have once again got the better of him today, not only that, the words felt more...heavy on his tongue. Filled with purpose. With power.

The elf shakily rose from her seat as she straightened her blouse with a shifty hand, “Y-Yes well, I apologize, There...There was no reason for hostilities on my front.” There was clear fear in her eyes, as if she saw the end of the elusive Rabbit hole, “I’ll uh, have father supply you with volunteers Roselle. A-As a small token for my poor manners.”

Rose seemingly perked up, rising to a sitting position as confusion donned her rosy cheeks, “Really, free of charge? You...You don’t have-”

“Please, I insist!” she clapped her visibly sweaty hands promptly together, “I-I’ll be heading home to see father. It has been a while since we were under the same roof.” She hastily dropped a few coins onto the table and quickly grabbed her suitcase, “I’ll uh, see you at the solstice!” she gave a quick bow, before hurrying out the door. Leaving the two in silence.

“Well, that was, quite strange,” said Rose, her eyes darting from the door towards Roland, “I haven’t seen her this rattled in years. Though it’s rare for someone to get stern with her.” her trademark blush spread further as her eyes refused to meet his, “T-Thanks for sticking up for me, however, No one did that for me, except Belle that is.” her posture sagged a little as she mentioned the dwarf’s name, “Gods I hope she’s ok.”

Roland playfully ruffled the hobbit’s hair, letting loose a cloud of sugar and flour, and one gumdrop, “I’m sure she’s ok. Probably had to run an errand for her pops, but while we wait for her,” He picked up a broom and set his sights on what was ‘left’ of the study kitchen. Rose’s panicked and clumsy nature made clear from the spattered batter on the walls, and flour coating the sinks and furnace, “Let’s get to the cleaning, then cooking! At least while I can still feel my joints.”

Rose’s smile returned before she dashed back into the kitchen. Roland was right, Her nerves were getting the better of her. Bellerune is fine. That and if she got to spend some time with the handsome human for a good smidge-

She blushed at the thought, giving her head a shake to chase it away, No doubt the solstice already having an effect on her. nonetheless, it was nice to have someone who could reach the top shelves without trouble. A handsome-

Her blush ran deeper.

“Oh, gods...Belle get here soon!” she whispered as she grabbed the pot of spices and dumped it into a clean pot, Her eyes looking towards the human one more time.

“Well, maybe not too soon…”