Not long after Larea began sketching the tavern scene in front of her, she was interrupted. With a small amount of surprise on her features, she looked up from her notepad to find someone new had approached her - well, this was turning out to be an eventful day, filled with new encounters. She quickly wiped the look from her face and replaced it with a friendly smile, listening to his words intently.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I've been looking for someone; a woman. About this high,"</span>he started. Well that could be half of the people in the town, really. "<span style="font-style: italic">lots of armor. Looks kind of... uh... catatonic?"</span>Larea had to stifle a laugh. It left very little doubt in her mind as to the identity of the person he was looking for; it fit the odd knight from before to a tee.<br/><br/>After regaining her composure, Larea looked at the man and gave him a nod. She returned to her journal for a moment, hastily writing something in the page opposite her drawing. She then moved the book in such a way that he could see what it said; "I can take you to her, if you'd like."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div><span style="font-style: italic">Take me to her?</span> he thought, <span style="font-style: italic">If this needs more than a simple explanation then...</span> He also found her need to convey her words through her journal a bit curious, but it was probably an easily explainable situation, and gave mind not to question it.<br/>Learin gave a short, affirmative nod, "That would be well appreciated, miss...?"</div></blockquote><br/>Oh yes, of course - introductions! Larea flipped to another empty page in her notebook, deciding now was the time to create a page she could use to introduce herself to anyone else she might meet. "My name is Larea", it read.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Ah, Larea is it? I'm Learin Ethail," he gave a small bow as part of both his introduction and a token of his thanks for taking up her time to assist him.</div></blockquote><br/>Larea smiled warmly at his greeting; he was a very polite man, certainly less peculiar than the knight he was looking for at any rate. What an interesting couple they made. She got up from her seat, clutching her journal to her chest as she sped her way over to the counter. After waving a greeting to the owner, she (yet again) wrote something down in her journal to show him. In response, he pointed upstairs, saying "3rd door on the right" before returning to his business. Larea turned and gave Learin a gesture to follow her as she made her way to the door they were pointed towards. Once they arrived, she knocked thrice gently, and waited for a response. Hopefully one of them would answer, since she was incapable of confirming her identity through the door.