Stare looked over at the hot-headed, wild woman, full of rage and fury at her sarcastic comment and found herself drifting into silence. Beak halves merged together, hard lined and full of intrigue she watched the previously enthusiastic coffee drinker stalk away and glower. That fiery hair and those vivid eyes made her look as if she was from some form of epic romance, drifting in from a fiction book or a fairy tale. There was muscle around her shoulders, arms and legs - a clear sign of muscle - with little to no fat of youth clinging to her form. Tilting her head the kenku eyed up the lass, steadily breathing as the bartender's question hung in the air as a quandary of situation. Tension continued to reign between them as the redhead continued to fume, and Stare continued to do what her name suggested.

"Erm ..."

"Yes, a physical description would be good," the kenku replied, still gazing at her. Her words were exact, still full of life despite her current distraction. She could not help but find solace in the way that the red head had turned and left, filled with a great burning passion so sudden and boiling. It was different to the world here, and reminded Stare strangely of the way that her employer, Vitruvion, flew into a rage when he had been injured in some way - not in the physical way, but rather when he had been insulted, hurt emotionally or cruelly rejected.

Your comparisons of myself to that girl are not endearing, he mused in the back of her head. With a sigh, she ignored him.

"Well, he was tall," the barkeeper said in a voice lacking in amusement, all of his cheeriness gone now that Stare was ignoring him with his eyes. "Brown, unkempt hair, small beady eyes. Did not talk much, was strong and had a large hammer attached to his belt." Stare nodded, it sounded a little like Brer. "He also ... walked with a limp."

Well that was different. Stare spun, her eyes drifting quickly towards the barkeep, giving him her full attention for the first time in five minutes. He jumped a little with the suddenness of her movements, gasping somewhat and raising his brows as she gazed. His hands flourished at the coffee mug that he had left for her on the bar and she grunted, sweeping it up with a clawed hand.

"Limp?" she asked. "Was he injured?"

The barkeep frowned a little, but shook his head. "No ... but fights do break out around here. I mean, you could ask ..." he glanced over to the red head, slightly awkwardly. "Around."

Stare sighed, "Where did he go afterwards?"

"While he was here he got into some argument about a spilt beer with a local lad, Timiscole ... he's - well he's not your worry, but his brother is. Is part of a ... gang. They might have something to do with your missing giant."

Opening her beak Stare poured down some of her coffee into her beak. It slipped down, warm and satisfying, and she found herself nodding. Brer would be the one to attract the attention of the wrong sort - what with his size, and his strange way of keeping calm but then battering out suddenly with his hammer. Not the peaceful sort was the half-giant.

Slowly she nodded. "Right," and her eyes spun back to the red head. Time to find out more about her, this weirdo, but one with a strange attitude. The way she walked, talked and suddenly flew into anger ... there had to be something special about that. It was so close to Vitruvion's righteous godly fury that it made the kenku's heart tremble.

The barkeep's eyes widened as he watched her kick away from the bar - and begin to stalk towards the red head.

"Hoi," Stare garbled to Felicity, "You know of any gangs around here?"