So…the two men were soldiers s as me were close in some way. Friends, or even family perhaps as familiar as they seemed with one another. The smaller halfbreed male didn’t hold her attention that much but the scarred raven haired man reminded her of someone from her past…however the memory couldn’t surface from the gray soupy bog that was Shyrdens memory so after a bit she stopped trying and simply sat slowly sipping her drink her eyes on the table but her ears focused on the two men. Perhaps she’d hear something interesting. It would beat another night if roughing it out in the wilderness with nothing but the moaning of the wind in the trees for company.