Assuming that's okay with them they head towards a 50s themed restaurant called 'The Greaser', a family owned drive in , like Sonic but with more individuality in it. Playing live music is a satyr who is impersonating Elvis! Younger version.
The hair style aside, he's a good looking fellow. Whole lot of shaking going on has toned his ass.
"Hi Vernon," Delores says
He keeps strumming his acoustic guitar and winks "Hey Delores, you here for Rileybrie?" He nods to both redheads, and Claire, "I may have to hold one of these ladies hostage as collateral to make sure you don't keep her from working."
"Hardy har har," Delores says, "Mind your manners, not because they're nobles but because they're ladies. This is Lady Coradel, who you've no doubt seen. The lovely winged lady likes to be called Sparrow" A look to Sparrow to confirm, "But she's the knight who slew that ogre you've heard gossip about. And the last lady here is Dame Ailil." She keeps her voice loud enough to be heard by him but not by the mortals further on the other side of the spot.
"Not hearing anything that doesn't make me want ot keep one." He grins.
Reluctantly, the redcap comes out. The right side of his face is badly burned, with lines of burned flesh along the gray skin. It has 'healed' but, the scars and burns remain.
His voile is a mix of 50s greaser problem child and railroad hobo with an apron on top of it. "Hi." He says, as his sister moves past to get the order, "You're the lady ward aren't you?" A look to Coradel with those deep yet cautious red eyes.