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Ramsey smirked as he took a look inside the windows of the small tavern. It was stuffed with people, and he could hear that they were from all over the land - he recognised at least five different languages, as well as quite a few dialects of the Common Tongue. Great. Ramsey smirked again as he slowly strode towards the tavern, his head risen and his body in an unusually good posture. He was determined to make this work.

Ramsey swiftly and confidently opened the door and strode in and up towards the counter, oblivious to the fact that the people in the tavern did not care at all about his "mission". "A glass of red wine, please," Ramsey ordered from the bartender. Usually he would order a mug of ale, but this time, he had to be more refined. When he got the wine, he quickly made his way over to, what most males would call a very attractive female, who was sitting alone at a small table by the window closest to the door.

"Hello, ma'am," Ramsey greeted the female as he sat down on the chair opposite her. She looked up at him and smiled friendly, yet with a certain vigilance to the gesture. A mildly scruffy pirate-looking male was not exactly something you should not be reckless about these days.

"So, what's your name…?" the "pirate" asked and grinned. The female sighed. Yet another male trying to pick her up. However, she decided to play along. "Amelia," she replied in a sweet voice. "Ah, a beautiful name," Ramsey said and grinned at her.

Just then, of course, one of Ramsey's friends noticed him and the female, making his way over to them. "Hello, matey!" the friend yelled and put his hand on Ramsey's shoulder, making the pirate startle and drop the wine glass. He turned around and glared at his buddy. "Fuck off, Lester," he snarled. Then he realised what he had just said and looked at the female.

Who had left. Ramsey sighed and glared at his friend again. "For once, you could have left me alone," he growled. Lester shrugged. "Easy come, easy go. 'S not like there ain't more fish in the ocean," he mused and grinned at a particularly attractive female at another part of the tavern. Ramsey rolled his eyes. "Sure, Lester. Sure…"

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Ramsey smirked as he took a look inside the windows of the small tavern. It was stuffed with people, and he could hear that they were from all over the land - he recognised at least five different languages, as well as quite a few dialects of the Common Tongue. Great. Ramsey smirked again as he slowly strode towards the tavern, his head risen and his body in an unusually good posture. He was determined to make this work.

Ramsey swiftly and confidently opened the door and strode in and up towards the counter, oblivious to the fact that the people in the tavern did not care at all about his "mission". "A glass of red wine, please," Ramsey ordered from the bartender. Usually he would order a mug of ale, but this time, he had to be more refined. When he got the wine, he quickly made his way over to, what most males would call a very attractive female, who was sitting alone at a small table by the window closest to the door.

"Hello, ma'am," Ramsey greeted the female as he sat down on the chair opposite her. She looked up at him and smiled friendly, yet with a certain vigilance to the gesture. A mildly scruffy pirate-looking male was not exactly something you should not be reckless about these days.

"So, what's your name…?" the "pirate" asked and grinned. The female sighed. Yet another male trying to pick her up. However, she decided to play along. "Amelia," she replied in a sweet voice. "Ah, a beautiful name," Ramsey said and grinned at her.

Just then, of course, one of Ramsey's friends noticed him and the female, making his way over to them. "Hello, matey!" the friend yelled and put his hand on Ramsey's shoulder, making the pirate startle and drop the wine glass. He turned around and glared at his buddy. "Fuck off, Lester," he snarled. Then he realised what he had just said and looked at the female.

Who had left. Ramsey sighed and glared at his friend again. "For once, you could have left me alone," he growled. Lester shrugged. "Easy come, easy go. 'S not like there ain't more fish in the ocean," he mused and grinned at a particularly attractive female at another part of the tavern. Ramsey rolled his eyes. "Sure, Lester. Sure…"