Just as Lea was beginning to think it was a mistake coming here, an unlikely looking hero rescued her and Cortia from the momentary social awkwardness.  He was dressed more like a dandy than an adventurer but he certainly fit into the crowd at the Royal Signet well enough.  On any other day, Lea would have picked his pockets by now and moved on but this was no ordinary day and Lea hoped she might get more than a few coins out of this tall fellow.  Whether it was the collar or an ingrained trust that led Cortia to follow him so readily Lea could only wonder.  She was relieved to see the tavern slowly begin to turn back to normal, she despised being the center of attention even when it was friendly, which this place most certainly was not.  Besides there was probably an old mark or two of hers in this place and while she wasn't often recognized as a thief, it wasn't outside the realm of possibility.<br/><br/>She had mixed feelings about the more secluded setting in the upstairs room.  While Lea was glad to be out of the crowd's glare, if something 'unpleasant' was going to happen, it would be easier to pull off in this environment.  She was glad to have the larger, stronger priestess with her.  Besides their rescuer didn't look like he would be much trouble in a fight, though looks could be deceiving.  The pair, well technically there were five of them, that suddenly joined them at the table seemed another story entirely.  The drow pair drew a almost instinctive shudder of fear in the young halfling girl.  When halfling parents want to scare their kids into obedience, it is usually the threat of drow taking them away in the night.  Looking at the male she had the sudden realization of where her thoughts of being followed had come from.  His movements suggesting a measure of stealth that Lea could only dream of on her best days.  The lady of course was fiercely beautiful as were most of her race but didn't seem to have the predatory gaze Lea had come to expect in her few encounters with drow females.<br/><br/>Lea had absolutely no idea of what to think of the three goblins.  She loathed goblins but these seemed different.  Normally the swarthy little bastards would have singled her out for no other reason than a similar size and rampant sexual proclivities, but this little trio seemed to only have eyes for their drow mistress.  It was a mystery that Lea wasn't sure she wanted to find the answer to, but her natural curiosity tugged at her consciousness.  She remained silent though, leaving any introductions to their new host, mostly because she had no idea what to say.  It didn't quite seem the time to ask for bath, though she an Cortia smelled of dusty books and sex, not the most typical combination but she had smelled worse.