Abia hummed as she took a long sip, “has a bit of a sour taste to it, doesn’t it? Not bad. Not great, but not terrible.” She then laughed at his observation, clearly referencing the two by the fire. She glanced over and saw they were no longer there. They seemed to have left together. Chuckling, she shook her head, “something tells me, if he’s a witch hunter, he’s clearly hunting for something much different than whatever creature my song might remind him of.”<br/><br/>Without hesitation, she grabbed his hand again, “Come on, let’s go sit down somewhere and drink these.” She smiled as she dragged him across the room again, towards a table in a corner away from the crowd. As they passed the patrons, they patted them on the back or applauded them, the noise of them getting to be a bit much for her.<br/><br/>The table sat just next to the stairs on one side, and on the other side was a large glass window looking outside, the rain having let up a bit to just a soft drizzle that glazed the pane, giving it a small shimmer from the moonlit night. “There, from here we can at least hear each other now without having to yell over the noise of the crowd” She explained as she sat down with her glass in hand, taking another sip as she looked outside the window towards the moon, reminding her of her song from earlier. She saw the hunter and the woman standing out there talking, but she paid them no mind, keeping her eyes on the sky.<br/><br/>“Thanks again, for everything. You made tonight fun.” She turned her attention back to Nathan again, giving him a sincere smile. She looked back down at her glass, tapping the sides with her fingers while biting her bottom lip, “so....for how long will you be in town?”