As the bartend handed her the hot mug of tea, "free o' charge, m'aam", Mill smiled in appreciation, fingertips wrapping around the ceramic coffer to grasp it. Carefully she brought the mug to her lips, the steam drifting against her cheeks as she took a sip.<br/><br/>In this moment, the man and boy found their way beside her, and she swallows, slightly turning to look at them. As he speaks to the boy, her eyes briefly connect with his, and she stops with a hard swallow, brow furrowing.<br/><br/>She senses this man as a dark soul; perhaps in this small tavern with a handful or two of people in it, she is mistaken. Perhaps it is the boy, but something dark surrounds this man or someone near him. She must find certainty in her sense, and there is only one way to do so.<br/><br/>Carefully she places the mug back on to the countertop, turning now to face him and the boy. Her right hand extends and she touches the boy's shoulder as if to grab his attention. Her tone soft and gentle she greets the boy, "'ello, lil sir. Tis best ye be indoors this night, aye?".<br/><br/>Her head tilts to get a better look into his eyes, and she senses absolutely nothing about this youngster that initiates she will be after his soul. Her hand slips from his shoulder and now extends towards Kell, her focus attentive again to him. "'good eve to ye as well, sir." She waits now for the man to accept her offered greeting, hoping for more information by the touch; her ability to 'read' others by touch is excelled when they are a clean soul.<br/><br/>During the pause, Millicent breaks eye contact to further scan the room. There are only a few others new within the door recently. The man that moved from Kell's party possibly, or the other two that followed him. These two intrigued her more in the fact they also seemed out of place here, wanderers, both having expressions that seemed of importance.<br/><br/>She slightly chuckles, for death was always of importance when so close.