A deep red blush painted Abia’s face when he insinuated the lewd behavior. She stuttered for a moment, unsure of what to say, and feeling even more taken aback by the wink. He was cute, but was this appropriate? She was about to say something when he continued, changing the subject. She breathed a bit and chuckled, realizing it to be a joke, though not one she quite understood. “I suppose that is true.” Pointing up towards the stairs in the back right corner of the room, she continued, “if you go right up those steps, it’ll be the second door on the right. Mine is the first on the right, though I’m only in there in the wee hours o’ the morning. Gotta keep the bar running for the night owls.” She reciprocates his wink with one of her own before turning away.<br/><br/>Muttering, a bit more to herself and under her breath, she thought out loud about what he said in regards to the instruments, “I think I have a flute lying around here somewhere.” She mused to herself before speaking a bit more clearly for him to hear, “A patron from some long time ago left it here and never returned to retrieve it.” She glanced around the room, knowing full well she wouldn’t leave it lying about, but hoping something would jog her memory as to where she had left it.<br/><br/>As she scanned her tavern, she noticed the newcomer enter. “Oh dear, when did such a storm hit!? You must be freezing!” Abia scurried over to the man, “Come, come, sit closer to the fire.” She nudged him closer, helping to drag the bench along with him. “Let me get you a towel to dry off and a nice big bowl of lamb stew I just cooked up.” With that, she brought over a small table, and then immediately rushed off to the kitchen before he could object.<br/><br/>((Picture of my character’s appearance added to first post...kinda))