Menecrow, not having a chance to talk inbetween Cymri's lashes, glared at the woman as hard as he could. Finally finding a break in her anger, Menecrow yelled loudly enough for most of the tavern folk to hear if they could understand his harsh accent. "Mediocre? Bloody nobles! Your lucky I realize my significance to this party, and that I know the value of my skills. No appreciation where appreciation is deserved." Standing up, Menecrow gave Cymri a push towards the stairs, in which she responded with stiff composure and a raised eyebrow. Menecrow muttered under his breath, the word gentlemen prominent, before retrying his approach. "M'lady, we shall need to have a chat, you and I. Menecrow has not been merely mediocre, in fact I have done more justice than those other fools out there. If you would follow me, I would be honoured to tell you why I am worth an infinite amount of gold." Flourishing a very pitiful bow that was more sarcastic than sincere, Menecrow held out his hand for Cymri. After a moment of hesitation, she complied and followed him upstairs, where they could talk without other ears. Once above, Menecrow checked to make sure none of the maids were around. Cutting his finger absently as he stroked one of his axes, Menecrow spoke in a low, rigid whisper to Cymri. "M'lady, if you would wish to know, I awoke early this morning before the others, save Darion. After a couple of well needed morning refreshments for a spurt of energy, I scouted the outskirts of the town for knowledge. I know where every bloody road leads too, and the location of several of the estates belonging to the child horsethief." Cymri raised an eyebrow to question the significance of what Menecrow just told her, yet Menecrow hurried on, not giving her a chance to speak. "Ah, m'lady but wait. My adventures becomes much more, hmm...thrilling." An evil grin enveloped Menecrow's face as he continued. "After I journeyed back to the tavern, I walked in to make common talk with the villagers. Menecrow is very curtous and friendly with the local colour, m'lady. And but along comes a young child, an overgrown infant with ill-favored animal features. He tried to taunt Menecrow the Mighty with jests of importance, but Menecrow looks beyond such petty attempts. Knowing that only fools create trouble, I journeyed outdoors, only to be followed by the helpless beast. After some lousy jeering on his part, he reveled to me his status as the uncivil horsethief. A born fool, m'Lady. With that, I decided to put the barbaric varmint out of his misery with one shot of the crossbow. If it wasn't for some mystical power placed within that jewel inlaid sword of his, he would of been good as gone. First off, he did not even learn his stance right, second, he held a lousy grip on his sword. The younger Menecrow the Merciful used to be a skilled sword fighter before he learned the techniques of more useful and practical weapons m'Lady." With that said, Menecrow spat to hall while he waited for Cymri's response.