Not long after her head hit the table, Riu picked up her conversational slack, explaining the situation and how things got where they were. That was the logical part. What she<span style="font-style: italic">didn't</span>expect was for him to join in on the crazy and take the knight's offer, indenturing her to not only<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>servitude, but also Larea and Ahmaht's.. for some reason. If she was following this properly, this meant the knight now took orders from at least 4 people; present company, and whoever she was working for before. Assuming she WAS working for someone else, that is. At this point, any assumptions made about her, logical or not, seemed pure folly.<br/><br/>She decided it was in her best interest not to rejoin the conversation for a bit. Ahmaht soon left, realizing that this was all a misunderstanding, and the knight's promotion(?) to slave was made official. Larea finally perked up when Riu decided to take off early for the night. She sat up quickly as he stood, and offered a small (though somewhat confused) smile along with a wave of her hand to see him off. And then there was silence.<br/><br/>It was then that Larea realized how little she had to occupy her time with, now that she was alone again. Come to think of it, what<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>she do for fun when she had free time..? She looked around the room for ideas, but there wasn't much in a tavern to keep a girl like herself occupied. Her eyes drifted back to her table, and.. of course! The journal! She beamed as she picked it up, flipping quickly to an empty page. With a contented sigh, she leaned back in her seat and put pencil to parchment. It had been quite some time since she lost her old journal, and her artistic skills were a little rusty, but that wasn't about to stop her as she started sketching out the scene of the tavern before her - starting with the two men arm wrestling in the background, since her models weren't likely to sit there for long.