"Ray-nuc-io", the noble hisses launching himself to his feet his jaw tightening angrily. "Not Ray, never Ray. Raynucio Hernando Vega."He glowers at Kalinn for a moment before sheathing Capitas and folding his arms.
Raynucio nods stiffly to Mandalo, moves over and plucks up a table leg handing it to the paladin. "You should keep this as a souvenir, it makes for a good club as I am sure you can attest. I will take a set of mandibles myself as I am told humility should be encouraged."He says, sounding dubious.
The big noble barks a laugh, "Ha, I will hoist a drink to that at the Dunn Wright Inn. I shall be seeking employment again, preferably something that cannot be fairly described as house sitting. If any of you would care to join me in a drink you would not be unwelcome."
The rogue tries repeatedly and in vain to stretch away the stiffness in her back from last night's sleep. "Well, I disagree with Ray," Coreuth says to Mercianden with a mirthful grin, and with emphasis on that last word. "If you ever want to pay me to spend the night again, I'm quite available for the undertaking." The flirty elf gives the wealthy man a wink. "Though, hopefully you'll have a bed to sleep in next time."
"Ah forgive me, I had presumed you were intelligent enough to manage more than one syllable. I shall speak more slowly in future, Ray - nuc - io is my name. Ray is not."Vega sneers, narrowing his eyes at the elven woman.