Already there were more and more patrons making their way into the inn. A brow rose as she made to watch each and every one of them, but never let her gaze linger long enough to be noticed. She spotted a goblin making rounds through those who weren't currently seated at the bar and eventually he found his way to her place in the inn. She looked down at the greenskin and adjusted herself while the fellow spoke up to her.<br/><br/>"What'll ya have sistah?"<br/><br/>She didn't see a notepad on and assumed that he had an excellent memory. She smiled and recrossed her legs, shifting her weight in her seat,<b>"Honey mead, please. And your freshest fruit, whatever you may have."</b>She'd only realized after she'd taken her seat that she really was hungry, after travelling long and hard through most of Hillsbrad and the Highlands. As the goblin walked away with her order, she had sensed the feeling that she was being looked at, but couldn't quite pin where these looks were coming from. Letting a portion of her bangs fall over her eyes, she used the veil to look around quickly, leaning onto her hand again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>