<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/5/1/asvett_by_pixeldust86-d8jgb3o.jpg)(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/056/5/3/lyari_by_pixeldust86-d8jganz.jpg)</div>The goblin cocked an eyebrow when he asked her name.  She chuckled a little, since any other girl would have simply decked him for his forgetfulness.  Asvett only laughed it off and considered it an endearing quality.  "I told you my name was Asvett when I came by your table just a few minutes ago, but you were probably too busy looking for murderers, hm?"  She patted his leg in a friendly way, showing him that there was no harm meant.  She listedned to him, nodding as he told of his name and a past visit to the Tavern.  Then a question came that she didn't feel she was the appropriate person to answer.  Asvett didn't know Erica personally, but knew of her enough that she could figure out it was she Jiroph was asking about.  The girl stood and straightened her skirt.<br/><br/>"Well no worries, this time, sir. I'll see to it personally that you get your fill of spirits, food, and whatever else your heart desires."  She gave him a wink and looked over towards the smiling Lyari.  It was just the person she needed at the moment.  "Uhmm.. I don't know about the person you're talking about. Let me ask, okay? And I'll get that drink you wanted."  She scurried off and met up with the half-elf en route to the bar.  Words were shared and Lyari visibly flushed before patting Asvett on the shoulder.  As the two parted, the larger woman turned and made her way to the guest's table.  She sat in a chair opposite him with a compassionate look on her face.<br/><br/>"Jiroph, is it? It's a pleasure to meet you. I remember you being here the night of the invasion. I ask your apologies for our distress during that unfortunate event."  The woman swallowed hard, holding back tears for what she had to say next.  "Unfortunately, there was at least one casualty when the building fell. While we all ran for our lives, Erica gave hers fighting off the Imperial soldiers. She is laid to rest on the far side of town. I'm.. I'm so sorry."  Lyari was unable to hold back any longer.  She produced a cloth from her apron pocket and began to weep softly into it, visibly shaken even a year after the event.