Airs of Freedom [Open]

"Hmmph... you drink too sloow all this milk is not going to finish at this rate you know..? And let me tell you it's not gonna drink itself either!" A frown looked at the bartender as he cried drinking the spoiled milk. Before anything else happened, Ayero placed her hand in his shoulder, catching his attention. She told him it was enough, and questioned him over where was Diego. Farah's gaze shifted to the girl as he looked once more to the bartender, slowly calming himself again. He loosened hi grip little by little but still held the man in the air. "This bastard... he thought it was a funny idea to give Diego spoiled milk..." he rolled his eyes with a face of a scolded puppy. "I-I'm sorry! I sweaaar to the the gods I didn't know!! Pl-Pl..Pleasee! Some mercy.... Make it stoop!" replied the bartender as he tried to stop chugging down the rotten milk, crying and begging to the red haired woman. This made Farah get angrier once more, be it for his hot headedness or simply the effect of the booze. "Shut the heell up! Keep drinking that stuff until you make sure what you give your costumers!" He looked away and stared at the man with a watchful face without noticing the change of expression in Ayero. She asked him if he was a fighter of the Coliseum out of the blue.

Farah slowly looked at the girl as he calmed down once more. He slowly lowered the man as he threw him back to the counter. "Keep drinking that shit... And gods know what will happen to you if you stop or try anything funny again... I'm watching you" This time his tone was more serious. Farah sat back into his chair as he chugged down the drinking in front of him at once. "Indeed I was... I grew up half of my life as a gladiator there" he looked at Ayero with a smirk. "Have we met?" The bartender slowly lowered his milk as he tried to disappear from the place stealthily. Without turning around Farah pointed his index at him, startling the man once more. He turned his head at him slowly once more as he stared like an evil grim reaper at him. "I learned the arts of making people die in unimaginable ways...." This threat was directed at the man as he cried once again and grabbed the milk to continue his torture. Farah simply chuckled at the sight as he let Ayero process his previous questions.

”Oh? Is this true?” She raises a skeptical brow as she scrutinizes the bartender, her hand leaving Farah’s shoulder and resting on her hip. She could see why the man was cowering, having two intense Fanalis gazes focused on him as well as the threat of an irritated Farah. ”Well…there’s no way to tell if he did that on purpose…” She mulls over the situation, the alcohol in her system clouding her judgment enough for her to leave Farah be for the moment. She made a mental note to check on Diego in the morning, if she could find the boy.

”A gladiator…so I was right, huh.” She looks away, swirling her drink in thought before downing its contents...so this meant that he could have been a slave at some point, as many Fanalis gladiators were. She manages to chuckle at his follow-up question, indeed the alcohol was beginning to affect her. ”No, we haven’t. I’ve seen you fight, though. You’re pretty good.” A smirk of her own makes its way to her face and she winks at the other Fanalis. ”Oi. Hurry up and finish drinking. I’m thirsty.” She leans on the bar, throwing her head back so that her eyes meet with those of the scared bartender’s. Thunking her mug back down, she turns to Farah. ”I thought I might see my brother there. He’s a pretty strong guy, but I couldn’t find the idiot. Know any guys that go by Neem Shiiba?”