Arialla considered Raza's warning carefully while the bartender was away. On one hand, she was quite curious about Raza's opinions, and she'd already told herself that she wouldn't be offended by whatever reservations Raza felt about Outlanders. She suspected that Raza's feelings had to do with the impact, perhaps outsized, that Outlanders had on Caido -- perhaps something to do with the fact that the Governor of Torchline was currently an Outlander -- and if that were the case, Arialla wouldn't mind, as she didn't count herself as one of those influential Outlanders.
Still, she also didn't want to sign herself up to politely listen to hatred of people like her, or turn the nice night into an argument. While she could see ways in which Raza's feelings might be justified, they also might not be. Did Arialla really want to get involved?
On the other hand, wasn't it better to know if the person serving you drinks disliked your kind? If there were Torchers who disliked Outlanders -- and Arialla knew Raza was not alone -- Arialla felt she ought to at least know why.
"My name's Arialla," she said when Raza returned. "I'd like to hear your true thoughts, if you're up for it. I can't say I'll agree with you, but I can understand that it's not personal -- and I won't let it affect the Hanged Man."
Arialla might stop drinking there herself, if she didn't like what she heard, but that would hardly be a big loss, since she didn't drink much anyway. And she certainly wouldn't try to, say, spread word of Raza's opinions to deny her business. Not when Raza had clearly shown that she would serve Outlanders equally with Naturals.
please don't take my sunshine away
