Erebus caught  site of the barmaid and her musical  partner through the window. He  appreciated the earnestness with which she ran the tavern, but wondered what had transpired to have put her in this role. The musician had obviously been a soldier at some point, or at least he gave the appearance of such. Erebus had met many of his kind before; disenchanted killers who turn to more killing, thinking they have taken the moral high ground because they no longer kill at the order of a corrupt king.<br/><br/>The strong scent of a warrior that had emanated from the musician came back to Erebus’ mind.  The muscles in his back tensed, causing the fine hairs there to rise slightly. He swallowed hard realizing that he was losing focus and turned his attention back to Retta.  Her gaze had a look of...desire? He wasn’t sure, but she was definitely intrigued by him.   Perhaps he was having as much of an effect on her, as she was on him.<br/><br/>“I can appreciate that,” he said with a slight grin at the corner of his mouth, which exposed his canine. “Freedom is a precious thing. Are you sure you’re not a lost wolf?” He asked mischievously.<br/><br/>He could see her demeanor changed slightly at her final statement.  There seemed to be more to it, and he decided to probe a little deeper, “Have you met many of those who take it for granted?”