Loatonial shifted her gaze once again upon hearing a quiet murmur resonate throughout the busy Inn; the corner of her lips lifted into a smile as she watched the large, Northern Men walk into the common room, their eyes searching for her. Her smile broadened as one of them-the leader, she hoped-sauntereed towards her. He was quite attractive, and indeed, looked the part of the chief of the Northern Men. Once he stood before her, she dropped her gaze to her letter, then lifted her gaze again to meet his as she took a slow drink of the red liquid.  Instead of answering him, she slowly lowered her eyes as she looked him over, but returned her gaze back to his upon hearing an angry sound issue from behind his teeth.<br/>"You assume correctly, Northerner."<br/><br/>She paused for a moment and shifted her gaze as a hooded and masked man emerged next to the Viking; but he did not look like the man she had called upon. She arched a brow and her smile faded, but she played along with him.  At least she would for now.<br/>"Yes, I was indeed looking for such a man as you." She lifted her glass and swirled the liquid inside before glancing down at the two chairs opposite her.<br/>"You may sit, good sirs.  All the guards are within the fortress walls protecting the king, so there is no need to hide amongst the shadows."