Arms crossed and eyes focused, Sarrina watched as the Breton began to showcase his skill. The dark aura forming around his hands brought amusement to herself. "<span style="font-style: italic"> A mage... impressive...</span>was the thoughts roaming around her head. She got up from her seat and the confidence she saw in the man's eyes helped his statement."So you're a mage? I have to admit I am impressed. Conjuration isn't an easy arte to practice. The name's Sarrina, and it's a pleasure."<br/><br/>Sarrina placed the small bag of coins in his free hand as she gave the breton a pat on the back.<br/><br/>"Meet me outside the inn before dawn and if I see you there, consider yourself hired." The smirk on her face turned into a smile as she turned back to Alois one last time.<br/><br/>"Oh and... enjoy the milk."  Silence brewed around the inn as the inhabitants watched the event. Most were amazed, while few turned their noses at the sight of talent. One man in particular grew ill at the idea of the breton being skilled with magic and began eating his own words. His subtle snarls caused him to get back into doing what he did best; Drinking and eating.