Ossanlin looks at Mar for a moment with his main eyes, stopping a few meters away from Claxter. <Well, that is my hope. This is a terribly complicated situation, but there are more factors pointing at Efaen's freedom than at her continued slavery. This isn't just about involuntary slavery, you're correct. Terenia is a disturbed individual, and no wonder considering the things she's been through...part of that is the fault of my government. That does not give her the right to enslave anyone.>
Ossanlin looks to Claxter. <Thank you Warrior. You must be famished...if you want to take a break, go ahead.> Ossanlin smiles before looking at Alic once more and squeezing her hand, allowing his tail to caress her waist before gesturing to Mar and trotting into the bar.
He looks over the patrons and notes the apparent emptiness compared to earlier. He notes a couple of new faces as well. He finishes surveying the bar and walks up to an empty space, ordering another drink, his stalk eyes swivelling, tail twitching lazily.