Abia’s face could not hide the shock. There had been so many people and she had been running around so much, that she had not noticed his arrival. “Oh! Yes, yes please, play! I’m so sorry I didn’t even notice you sitting here. I would have said something sooner. Please, the drink is on the house.” She gave him a nervous smile, and a small laugh to match. She couldn’t help the awkward feeling now, chastising herself inwardly for being so oblivious. “The stage is already all set for you,” she continued, gesturing to the slightly raised platform at the other end of the tavern. Upon it sat a lone stool and next to it on the ground was a glass of water. “Whenever you are ready, just head on over. You can take your time, though.”<br/><br/>As soon as she said those words, she could hear the banter of the patrons around the room, specifically of those who are impatient. Her brows furrowed in disappointment at her fellow villagers. “Don’t let these guys pressure you. They’re simple and one-track-minded sometimes.” She merely shook her head and placed her hands on her hips as she looked back at the newcomer. She cleared her throat when she noticed his eyes on her. She’d never seen a color so vivid before. Her eyes quickly averted from him once more, suddenly feeling embarrassed and nervous again. “Well, if you need anything else, just holler.” She gave him one last meek smile before rushing off to help everybody else.