She glanced at the girl, then followed the barmaid's finger to the man she had been looking at earlier. In a second, she had assessed his appearance - tall, lean, not the strongest or most intimidating look, but...<br/><br/>Lhurriel sipped at the drink she'd been given, and thanked the barmaid with a small smile, blowing a kiss to her as the girl curtsied and blushed. The female thief took another sip, still eyeing the man speculatively, shamelessly admiring the clean lines of his face and the very subtle control underscoring his every move. When the glass was sipped until half empty, Lhurriel stood with one fluid motion, shaking her hair behind her shoulders as she took the glass and made her way to the stranger's table.<br/><br/>"I don't suppose you have a seat for me?" She asked lightly, leaning her hip against the back of a very vacant chair. Lhurriel smiled as she lifted the glass to her lips again. It was stronger than the inn's usual fare (not swill, certainly, but definitely not the best), and left behind a light, almost sweet taste behind each warm sip. She waited for him to give her a nod, then sat in the chair, completely relaxed, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips.<br/><br/>"You wanted to speak to me?" She murmured softly, meeting his eyes squarely and fearlessly.