Once she rid the table by the fire-pit of its' occupants, Loatonial sat down and crossed her legs and let her hands rest on the table as she watched the customers eat and drink while the understaffed manager ran around, busing tables and greeting guests. The corners of her mouth tilted into a small smirk at the frustration and hidden desperation hiding behind the managers' eyes. She had ordered her glass of wine when she came inside the Inn, and she was about to start making a scene when a woman approached her.<br/>Loatonial blinked and shifted her cat-like eyes up at the maid, but did not respond. Instead, she picked up her glass and lifted it to her lips, then took a small sip and rested it on the table again.<br/>"If I was not waiting for someone, do you really think that I would have come to this wretched establishment?"<br/>She tilted her head to the side and arched her brow as she watched the maid blush.<br/>"You cannot disagree with me, girl, because you know it to be true. Now then. I am going to need fresh bread and ale for my...friends, as well as some privacy."