<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"><i>"You didn't insult me in the slightest" </i>River murmured, going back to writing in her journal. She was forever patient and kept her ears open to everything going on in the tavern. In her lifetime she had met many dangerous people, but was always confident in her ability to hush someone. No one here struck her as a real threat, but she was weary none the less. Being caught off guard was not an option. River being unusually... non eccentric on this day. She mildly thought to herself if it was because she genuinely wanted a nice little place where she could relax in a semi public space. It was strange to say the least. She herself was abit of a trouble maker... </span></span>