Sandra watched the exchange between the people, giving Elsa a brief but appreciative look as everyone conversed.  What really caught her attention, however, was the older gentleman with the seemingly sour disposition.  Her interest piqued, she slipped herself up from the bar, grabbing her drink to carry with her to take a seat at his table.<br/><br/>Sandra had never been overly talented at conversations for extended periods as Scions went, but she still knew enough to play a part.  Elsa was thrown another glance, affirmation for her to continue with the others, as she took a minute to listen and smile to the old man.  "I'll bet you have all sorts of amazing stories," she said, taking her seat with a little bit of feigned difficulty and pulling out her cell phone to lay upon the table.  "My grandfather had some really amazing tales about the woods back home as well.  Would you mind if I recorded them while I listened?"  Her face was a bright smile of anticipation, eager to learn what he had to teach, hopeful he'd be willing to share.<br/><br/>When the barmaid came back around, Sandra pulled out a few more bills to get the old man another schnapps, letting Elsa get the directions to where while she found out the when and how.