So it begins...
One of the more common figures sat at a table behind the elf and half elf with a smile, her eyes on the troublesome Armat. In truth, she liked the man, but his constant morales often put a kink in the views of her employee's - and he looked at her more often than not in the same light. When he looked at her, she smiled and winked.
In truth, none of them had seen Celeste for a few weeks, and even since she'd been back, there was a change - she seemed more thoughtful, cautious and a bit more fearful....of something. She, unusually, had what looked like bandages down her arms, stopping at her hands.
The half orc woman sighed as she heard Elinor and Jarsail - not as subtle as her, but in this place, that was hard.
When Sariel entered, she smiled, and let out a whistle. Nodding, she smiled, the slight point of her lower tusks popping out. "SAR - While your at it, get me an ale!"