"Thank ye, mister. Desna's blessings upon ye. I'll be back with the ale, bread, and cheese quick as you will," the wench says with a smile, pocketing the silver.
You notice a bawdy sell-sword pinch her ass as he walks by on the way to the kitchen, but unlike the meek Danya, Felsi slaps one of them upside the head as she walks by, flatly knocking him to the floor. His fellows laugh heartily at the wench's strong arm, calling him a weakling and a fool. The dullard stumbles back into his chair. He will no doubt be careful to take heed of what secrets may lie in his next drink.
"I'm no whore!" Felsi proclaims proudly.
"You'd do well to remember that," she scolds. Felsi then proceeds to the kitchen to get your potations.
A few moments later, a furious looking woman of dark hair, yellow skin, and curious heritage (a touch of Tien blood at the least) storms out of the kitchen and grabs the offending sell-sword by the cuff of his shirt, barely breaking her stride as she drags him to the door. The lout is too stunned to react, and the woman tosses him outside almost effortlessly. She smiles coldly at him,
"You're no longer welcome at the Rusty Dragon, you swine. No one bothers my girls while supping at my tables. Now get out, before I call the guard on you! And if I see you again, I won't leave you with teeth to chew your food."
As the sell-sword cravenly hobbles away, the woman turns to the rest of her patrons as she dusts off her hands. The sell-sword's jerkin was dusty from travel.
"I apologize for the commotion. Let's try to play nice, now. There's plenty of food and drink for all, at very reasonable prices," she notes with a wink,
"but I don't suffer foolishness or louts at my tavern. Any of you get any ideas about touching my girls without their consent and I may just rip your manhood off. Savvy?"
Her words are met with solemn nods and a few abashed stares downward. A few of the men even clap in approval.
"Alright now, let's all buck up and get back to feasting! The Swallowtail Festival is coming soon. I promise there will be ale and bread for all! Many celebrations are in order!"
She snaps her fingers and a wench brings her a cup of something from behind the bar.
"Now," she begins,
"let us toast to the re-opening of the Sandpoint Cathedral and our grand patron, Desna, Song of the Spheres. Let each dream be a bright star in the night sky of your mind, and let it light your path in the day." Her prayer is met with a general cheer from the crowd and followed with a drink to Desna.
[sblock=Diplomacy (gather information) DC 10 or Knowledge (local) DC 8]This woman is Ameiko Kaijitsu, owner of the Rusty Dragon.[/sblock]