The food in front of her sat there, waiting for the moment to be enter the nord's belly. Seconds went by as she found herself, choking on the bits of venison when she heard the breton request milk. Perhaps it was from the urge to laugh?<br/><br/>"You OK there lady?" The innkeeper said with worry.<br/><br/>"Aye... I have been through worse." She said with a chuckle.<br/><br/>"May I ask what a gal like yourself is doing here in this small town?" The innkeeper eyes the young breton before turning back to the woman. "No Offense to the lad over there, but there isn't much going on..."<br/><br/>"You have a point. I just came to rest for a night. I have to head south to find another companion, or mercenary... Last one I had ended up in a barrel full of mead... and I didn't even put him there. That's what you get for hiring someone for free.." the last of her statement, was muffled by the mug in front of her lips.<br/><br/>"Well You just missed Ysmin. The talented nord could swing an axe against any foe if you ask me... I would check with him in the morning."<br/><br/>The innkeeper said raising his eyebrow.<br/><br/>" I appreciate that.. Anyway the chat was good, but I have to get going soon.”<br/><br/>Sarrina smirked at the inn keeper before laying the spoon down her spoon in front of her. It was a promising suggestion, even if she's never seen the man.