After a few moments, Ellora waved a hand to either Sig or Rose, whoever was closest and available, “sorry to bother, but could I get a glass of water...” Her throat was dry and mouth was parched. Sleeping soundly with her mouth wide open left a less than savory taste on her tongue and she couldn’t help but grimace. She ran a few fingers back through her hair, pulling a few more strands off her cheeks in the process. “And maybe also a napkin?”<br/><br/>As she waited for her water, she spotted the new faces and took the sight in a bit better now that the sleep had finally left her eyes. A man at the bar seemed to be in a daze, and his disheveled look seemed to tell more of why that might be. Maybe she couldn’t read to what extent was the matter with him, but something was definitely the matter. She wasn’t quite sure she wanted to delve into that.<br/><br/>Her eyes scanned further and fell upon a bearded gentleman. His looks were nice but something about him screamed dangerous to Ellora. Again, she relegated to only observing.<br/><br/>A man in all black, once more, she found to be yet another individual that left her feeling uneasy. What is with all these people? Was it just her and she simply just needed alcohol to feel okay around anybody? Or was this crowd really just not normal?<br/><br/>Even the maroon haired woman, the only other female Ellora could see besides Rosie, seemed to be a bit more reclusive and about as approachable as the other three. At least Ellora wasn’t swimming solo in a sea of sausages. She supposed she could be thankful for that much at the very least.<br/><br/>That’s when Ellora noticed one more individual that seemed much less odd. He seemed to have an air of confidence about him, like a figure of authority. Not that Sig needed the touch of security, she felt, but for Ellora it gave her a much needed sense of safety around these other individuals. He was an older gentleman and definitely seemed like he’s been around the block at least a few dozen times. Excellent, Ellora thought, feeling herself calm a bit.<br/><br/>Finally, her eyes settled on one more, as his music drew her attention behind her. He began playing his fiddle, and immediately recognized the tune. She couldn’t place the name, or the lyrics, to the song, but she knew she had heard it before. So, this was somebody from her realm. Instinctively, her head bobbed a bit as she watched him, toes tapping against her stool and humming along with his playing. This definitely helped to brighten her mood, another thing she sorely needed, and a small smile soon followed as she watched.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="5743" data-username="@Briker" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5743/">@Briker</a><a class="username" data-user-id="4381" data-username="@LittleRose" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4381/">@LittleRose</a><a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey wales" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey wales</a><a class="username" data-user-id="5569" data-username="@Lying Heart" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5569/">@Lying Heart</a><a class="username" data-user-id="6089" data-username="@ERP_Freakshow" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6089/">@ERP_Freakshow</a><a class="username" data-user-id="5964" data-username="@AutumnBanshee" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5964/">@AutumnBanshee</a><a class="username" data-user-id="6064" data-username="@Old Coyote" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6064/">@Old Coyote</a><a class="username" data-user-id="5368" data-username="@Hands32" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5368/">@Hands32</a>