Lydia
Leanna had stepped off of the smugglers ship into the throes of Tidehaven's bustling market place. 

The flame haired woman slipped past the auction blocks with face covered by a hood. Avoiding the Port-Seville trading ships was her top priority intil she could blend in with the crowds. The docks were a dangerous place to be spotted, her safety lay only in the peace that her father wanted her disappearance kept a secret.

Her pockets were heavy with a few weeks work on the sea and the hidden heiress was desperate for a hot meal, a bath, and a nights sleep in a stationary bed.

She pushed open the door to the Siren's Song and dropped her hood. She took a long inhale and felt her body relax. She slipped towards the bar to an older man cleaning glasses.

"What'll it be pet?" He asked. 

Leanna blinked and smiled. "Room and board."

As the woman placed her coin on the table, the barkeep slid her a key and mug full of foaming ale. "A few more ninuted of the stew."

Leanna looked at the ale and glanced at the patrons beside her. She slugged back a mouthful and wiped her lips hoping her mannerisms would pass.
Pamela
Sitting at a table with several other members of his crew, Tarias differentiated himself as the quiet member of their table, his chair pushed back away from the table while the others were crowded in, laughing, drinking deeply of the watery grog they were imbibing, laughing and pounding their fists on the table at bawdy tales or failed bets, causing empty mugs, cast-aside trinkets, and scattered coins to bounce with every occasion. And while the barmaids had to fend off the hands of most of the sailors present, they never once had to fear any such thing from him, though several cast their eyes in his direction.

Instead, the silver-eyed half-breed sat aloof, rarely sipping from his own mug, watching different people in the busy tavern come and go. This was port, and while he felt more at ease in Tidehaven than in most other ports of call, he still vastly preferred being out at sea, away from civilization, away from the eyes.

What drew Tarias' attention to the young woman who entered was her own aloofness. She fit into the crowd of sailors, pirates, and merchants as poorly as he did himself, though she was doing her best to do so. He likely might not have approached her at all if things were left at that: she was trouble just as he was, and neither seemed to need the additional load.

"Now I was just sayin to m'self," Said an overweight seadog at Tarias' table. "That what I needed was a fresh little thing with golden hair and a smile on her face!" And with a lewd grin that exposed more than one missing tooth, he nodded at where Leanna sat at the bar, beginning to eat her meal. And with that announcement, at the guffaw of his companions laughing behind him, the fat sailor made his way over to introduce himself, mug sloshing in his hand.

"Hey there missy—" He said as he ran a hand over his unkempt and only slightly greasy hair. "My names Banderwalls, and I've been at sea for near two moons, but I swear every night I dreamed of your pretty face..."

Tarias inwardly groaned, his elven ears easily hearing the man's introduction, and he, too, rose from his seat and slowly made his way to the bar. For some reason, this too produced some snickering laughter from their mates at the table, but the half-elf did not turn to inquire.
Lydia
Leanna held the warm bowl of stew in her hands. She savored the smell of thick gravy and beef as it wafted up to her nostrils. Just the aroma made her mouth water. The end of voyage rations were always so slim and the young woman ripped her bread roll in half, letting the soft dough soak up the stew.

As she took a bite, Leanna thought about the Port-Seville Villa and all the finery she had abandoned. The quiet dinner where she sat alone at an enormous dining table waiting for her parents. A silent mother, an absent father, and a little girl that wanted more that stuffy dinners and a villa with high walls.

Her quiet moment was interrupted by a rather large rogue with ale on his breath. "My pretty face?" She kept the shake out of her voice and licked the stew off her fingers in an attempt to look tougher than she was. "I dreamt of a hot meal and a quiet drink."

Leanna turned to face the bar again feeling the looming presence by her side.