Hearing the snarl in the back of her mind, Celaire closes her eyes and tries to tune out the noise of the tent around her. If it weren't for Crossing Night, this is the last place she would be. Ever since that one miscalculation she's been a time-bomb, and she knows it. Fortunately it's been a long time since she last went off, but if ever there was a place to cause it to happen again, this is it. After a few moments she feels Angel's annoyance subside, and only then does she breath a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>"Yeah, how funny is that," she weakly agrees with the man, hoping that at least acknowledging him will make him leave her alone. Celaire takes a long sip from her mug, draining the last of her ale before dropping a few coins on the bar to pay for her tab. Carefully navigating the crowd so as not to provoke Angel further, she makes her way to the entrance of the tent where she can survey the crowd and the dais. She carefully scans the area, trying to find any sign of the priestess of Aura she's been searching for. Many people will be after her services tonight, and the elf knows she needs to be one of the lucky few who gets to see her.