The name rang out from a voice unfamiliar, but not exactly foreign. Both recruits spun their heads about to the source and found their gaze tumble and fall over the curves of a young faun. Lye pursed his lips together for an involuntary whistle just moments before Seth planted a firm boot into the thin skin of his shin. The teen winced all while the young woman planted her taut, fuzzy arse between them.

"You know this girl?" Seth asked with a less than tactful thumb jutted in her direction. Lye grunted through clenched teeth.

"Not quite," he managed with a strain. "You think I'd remember that -- hnnghk!"

The same boot found the same shin in the same place.

"Mother fu--"

"Nice to meet you, Philomel," Seth continued and avoided the nickname. His eyes remained firm and stoic, befitting of a future soldier of the Aleran flag. "Excuse my friend here; he's an idiot."

"Hey!" The shimmer of tears crested at Lye's verdant glare. His pained malice did not linger for long as his attentions drifted to the red-headed ragamuffin that entered the establishment. To her left and right, two unsavory fellows.

"My name is Seth Orlouge, a pleasure to meet you." Then a fox was introduced to the fray via unceremonious plantation upon the table. "...and your... pet fox?"

Meanwhile, Lye traced the newcomer to a table, where the makings of a less than cordial conversation ensued. His brows scrunched over watery eyes as his curiosity piqued. Whatever the situation, she seemed less than thrilled to be with the two. Perhaps an unwilling servant of the night? Or maybe the two ruffians liked a little spitfire in their bed sheets? Despite the ominous feeling in his gut, he let it be. They were here to look for any agents of Raiaera that might be trying to sneak across the Salvic-Aleran passage. Not pry into other's affairs.

"They say the winter is supposed to be especially harsh this year," Seth continued. "You look... hardly prepared." He nudged his mug of ale toward the faun's ensemble.

Like the young dog he was, Lye caught glimpse of yet another female in his quest to rejoin the conversation. This one blonde, smiling, and outright attractive. The youth's green eyes shot wide as if seeing a custom forged adamantium blade for the first time.

"And uh..." This time, the kick went awry, striking his chair instead of his shin. It jostled Lye's attention back on target and popped the little, lewd day dream forming in his head. "You said you know Lye from somewhere?"

"What? Who? Oh! Yes." A bit of ale spilled from his mug as he staggered to collect himself. Just a dribble fell from the table and onto his tunic before he swiped away the excess that nearly made it look like he pissed himself. "Yeah, sorry. You said we've met before?"