"Right." Holt looked to the elf, now walking on regular legs only covered by the slight draping of her lengthy shirt, and the eyeless pigman. "And you two?" He asked, not minding Tok yet.

"I'll have a glass of water, if you do not mind." The elf-like woman spoke up. "I'll have whatever the boss's drinkin'." The pigman added. He looked to Attrium. "So, boss, some schmuck followed us in here, should I get rid of him?" He quietly asked. Attrium shifted and looked back towards Tok as Holt went about making drinks. "What're you here for, boy?" He called over, sounding less inviting and more interrogative.

"Of course." The chef nodded, then looked to Micht'lain. "And you?" To which Micht'lain responded with a phrase he often said when we wasn't specifically thinking of any food. "I'll have the same of whatever you make for Astar here, if you have enough." The chef nodded and quickly began moving about getting the orders ready. "Well, let's go find us a seat then, shall we?" Micht'lain asked Astar, moving to step away.

As Olivia went around the buildings to flank her target, the armored troll was the first thing to be seen in her vision as it moved to guard the shaman, though it didn't seem to notice her exact position yet.

"Of course, dear. Just make sure I'm not made a liar any time soon." The older woman replied, only her faint smile visible under her hood.

The troll's wrist healed quickly, allowing it to pick the club back up before the charging adventurers reached it. The troll cried out in pain as its back was lashed several times by Hero's unorthodox weapon,raising its own in frustration towards its new foes. The swarm of adventurers were more than ready, peppering it with arrows, javelins and magic alike. Frozen, slashed, bashed and burned, the unprotected troll didn't drop yet but its body was being beaten down quickly by the sheer numbers.

Tok paused as he looked back at Farra. His instincts were going off...something was wrong. He shook his head though and summoned his courage to make his king, to King Attrium.

Tok nodded ad said "yes sire, you're...my hero."

"Eh, he has eyes, she's probably fine for now." Broth, the pig man, snorted in a chuckle.

"Now, as I said Kaedla, let him go." Attrium repeated, and the wood receded back into the normal shape of the floorboards. "Back to you." He looked to Tok. "I'm aware I'm your hero, I came here and saved your town. Is this your only reason for coming here and bothering us?" He asked, leaning back against the bar with a very bored look on his face. His guard seemed to be completely down, which wasn't surprising all things considered. His current eye contact with Tok would very quickly turn to a lethal strike if he wanted it to, and he was guarded by three people he seemed to trust. There was no reason for him to feel threatened at the moment.

"What part of the garden are you enjoying most at the moment? Any particular flowers, perhaps?" Micht'lain asked, feigning curiosity and conversation interest but really just trying to bog down Astar's mind by keeping him mentally working. He wanted the mindless king to be properly out of it whenever he was needed, then maybe the people would finally start vying for a more suited replacement.

Predictably, the troll did look down at Olivia through its plate helmet visor, turning its head down to her while raising its metal spear up like a club, rather than like an actual spear.

Farra turned to Holt, upset at not yet having her juice. "Juice please," she said, more demanding than polite despite the use of "please."

"The....moonflower, and evening primrose. They bloom in the evening, and...grow in moonlight," Astar stated after a moment, enjoying his Uncle's interest, and none-the-wisesr about any ulterior motives.

"Ha!" Olivia fired the prepared arrow into the visor of the troll's helmet, backing up in preparation to run as she drew another arrow from her quiver. She needed to get it to follow her, so running off immediately wasn't the best choice.

Astar nodded. "Yes, at night."

Olivia rolled to the side before skittering back a few steps. "Gotta try harder than that!" She shouted, moving back more.

"Fascinating." Attrium replied, not seeming to care about what Tok stated to be illegal. "Obligations of the guard hardly matter under militia time. Goldheart's unwillingness to call for militia enforcement the moment he was informed of the threat is already a matter I've need to discuss with him at a later date. Your participation just means you fought trolls and lived. Well done, you've done better than the dead ones already."

Holt quickly, but carefully, put down the drinks for Attrium and Broth, then quickly went about freshly making the orange juice for Farra. It was thick with pulp, from the look of it.

"Anything else you enjoy during your twilight strolls these days?" Micht'lain asked.

The troll shouted to another troll and pointed at Olivia before swinging down at her again. Based on the fact that it was now heading toward her, the armored one likely ordered this unarmored and unarmed troll to deal with her instead.

"Pansy!" Olivia shouted, firing at the one approaching now instead.

"Nothing comes immediately to mind," Astar replied.

Farra grabbed the orange juice, chugging three or four big drinks before pulling back, looking at the juice. "Chewy," she remarked, but continued to drink it.

"Oh, really? His score?" Astar queried. He himself had placed the highest amongst his peers in his studies, a fact his uncle would know well since it was mostly with Micht'lain that Astar had worked, since his father was either gone or preoccupied.

Olivia rolled forward and stumbled back to her feet, aiming for he direction she'd come in order to intercept what sounded like fighting back.

While Tok was cheering, a familiar looking mage approached him. He didn't know the guard mage's name, but his face was definitely the same as the one he had worked with in the battle. "Hey, everything go well in there?" He asked, seemingly also in a positive mood based on the smile he had on.

Not long after the water was served as well, Holt stepping back and waiting to see if anyone needed anything else of him.

Attrium silently stared at the counter as he drank, going over a variety of thoughts related to trolls. They must have a leader somewhere, and based on how they were fighting until near the end it seemed as though the leader had been close. What sort of leader spurs on such a significant change in mentality and fighting style for what are normally mindless beasts of foes?

"Enjoyin' your drink?" Broth asked Farra before taking a big swig of his own.

"A 95% composite score, not perfect but close to your own." Micht'lain replied. "I am unsure if it's that I'm a good teacher for helping understand this sort of thing or if you two are just excellent learners, but either way I'm glad he's able to achieve similar scores."

Soon after, Hero the adventurer came flying around the corner of a building from the same alleyway Olivia had previously used. In his dynamic entry he smashed through the stone wall and crashed somewhere inside the house, but the sudden commotion drew the attacking troll's attention away from trying to swat down Olivia for the moment. It seemed to be easily attracted to the most recent loud noise or surprise, certainly not a smart or instinctually capable creature by itself.

"I feel so good right now!" Tok said unable to hide his joy. "I think the King might like my patriotism, I also told him the truth about me in that mission...and he didn't get mad"