Looking at her, he said formally, "My name is Clay, Clay Verdant." Nodding her head, Mika asked once more, "Well, Clay, what seems to be the problem?" She took a sip of her drink.
Clay shook his head and replied, "Nothing, really." He toyed his drink for a while, sitting there in silence. Mika looked at him shrewdly. "You sure? You don't exactly look like a person feeling on top of the world today," she said solemnly.
Clay stared at Mika momentarily before cracking a tiny smile. "There, at least you smiled at last!" she said laughingly. Something about Mika's infectious laugh broke the silence and tension within Clay.
"Well, actually..." he hesitated before continuing, "I'm searching for something valuable to me. My father had given it to me before he died and I am supposed to find out to whom it belongs. Most unfortunately, it was stolen by some king's knights here and I don't know how am I to get it back." He looked at his glass sadly.
Mika looked at him sympathetically. "Hey, don't you worry about it! We'll find a way to get it somehow," she said. Clay looked at her and shook his head, "No, I don't want anyone to get into trouble because of me."
Smiling broadly, she said, "My dear boy, no one gets me into trouble; trouble usually gets me first." Laughing, she pulled him up and continued, "Now come on, we'll go to the inn and we'll think of a way to your problem together. Besides, I want to hear Jewel's tale about Silver." Eyes twinkling, she dragged him away from his drink.