She looked around desperately before spying an empty table, a flat top barrel with a few stools around it, and hurriedly pushed her way to it and sat down at it, grateful to be away from the crowd. Huddling close to the lit candle on the counter, she watched the bustling, noisy crowd around her with wide, cautious eyes. Whenever she, Master, and Jacques had stayed at an inn or tavern on their way back to Griffonia, she had always retired before things got too busy within them, directly avoiding the forced interaction. Now she had willingly walked right into it. Out of pride.