Ailis Ciarach<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>Ailis wove her way through the crowd, one ear on the ruckus near the back, one eye on the group at the bar.<em>Huhn, someone put a foot in it already.</em>She thought, chuckling. "I'd suggest ye be gentle wi' him, Captain, but if he ain't learned when ain't a good time by now...." She says, as she takes the seat on Robert's other side. "Who's the wee bairn?"<br/>A glass taps the bar by her arm, and she looks around, grinning at the sight. "Ah, lad, ye remembered." She nods, taking the glass and cradling it while she examines the new blood - and the older recruits, letting them get a good look at her in turn.<br/>