Iara, completely caught up in her cleaning duties, failed to hear the scream or notice the man fleeing abruptly from the tavern.  She continued to scrub each surface making sure not to miss a single speck of dirt.  When she finally did look up she saw Raan standing by the well, and for some reason it seemed he was shouting into it.<em>How peculiar.</em>She assumed the man must delusional, or perhaps tossing a penny and calling his wish.  She continued her daily routine paying no mind to the odd occurrence.  Although it had been fairly close to an hour she chose not to don her footwear, rather liking the feel of her soles against the cold floor.  She left the young man's drink upon the table, perhaps he would return and have a humorous story for her.