Bronwyn looked around Tara's flat with interest, amused at the piles of clothes around the futon and the barely used kitchen. It looked like a place that Tara didn't spend much time in.<br/>"So what did you say?" Tara demanded as she came in and kicked her shoes off.<br/>"I jus' suggested that the man they were lookin' for might be elsewhere." Bronwyn answered.<br/>"And they believed you?" Tara said said incredulously. "I had to practically beat them off with a club."<br/>Bronwyn just grinned. "I have me ways, like I told ya."<br/>"You fascinated them." Malachai said uncertainly, as if wondering where the thought had come from.<br/>Bronwyn just shrugged.<br/>"Fascinated them?" Tara asked, looking back and forth between Malachai and Bronwyn.<br/>Bronwyn ignored the question and asked one of her own instead. "What was with the show at the inn? Why can't ya talk freely?"