The patrons stared at the men, clearly, they were unaware of who she was. Despite having a tankard in front of her she was dressed in a gown that cost more money than most commoners made in a year. But Kaelan didn't put up a fight. This only made her blend in more. Instead she sat and sipped her drink, while through the thin walls she could hear the commotion of her guard noting she was gone and calling out for help to find her. It wouldn't be long before they came to the tavern looking for her.<br/><br/>"What brings you to the village?" she asked her new table companions, her voice quiet, soft, unassuming. "You do not look like you belong in this hamlet, your colors are vastly different than what the king and the queen allow in their kingdom." Her chin motioning to the outfits they wore, which also drew looks from patrons. Most whispered but others just stared.