It was quickly clear to Rain that the wolf and the Wraith didn't like each other. Maybe it should bother her, but she found it amusing, to see a wolf snubbing someone. Giving the wolf one last scratch behind the ears, she turned her attention to the two legged members of her current party. They were what she had it seemed, for now at least.<br/><br/>"Come along," She said with a smile to them all. "I'm expected at the Fiddler's Den." She indicated the richly appointed inn across the green. "I'm sure you have many questions. I can answer them there when I've had something to wet my throat."<br/><br/>With that, she set off, trusting them to follow her, and made her way into her favorite place in the whole city. The door let out into a large open floor with clusters of table and a long bar. In one corner was a large fireplace, barren now of flame in the heat of summer, and directly to it's left was a small raised stage. She smiled to the barkeep, a rotund good spirited man with a grease covered apron, and made a gesture for a round of drinks, then made her way to a table in the corner, and took a seat, waiting for the others to join her.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Daemion started as a woman's voice spoke much too near to him. How had she managed to sneak up on him? He turned towards her intent on giving her a piece of his mind, but then he stopped himself, and it wasn't all just because she was so very pretty. She was, with long blonde hair and eyes the color of the sea, no, what really stopped him was what she had asked. She was interested in Rain, in the tale that she had told.<br/><br/>For a moment, he just looked the woman over. He could tell her Rain was insane, endeavor to use her to tear the group apart. Beg her to help him protect the girl he loved. Something told him that wasn't the way to win this one over though. Staring at her likely wasn't either, so he summoned up a smile, and then ducked his head looking down at the bloody mess that was his knuckles at the moment. He wasn't overly concerned, they would heal quickly enough on their own, but it was something an average male would lament.<br/><br/>"Forgive my out burst My Lady," He offered in his most dulcet tones. "It is only that I do know the small one so well, and I worry for her in her foolish quest. She's always been so headstrong. Then one can not blame her, she was an orphan, and worked very hard for all that she has. If you're really so interested, perhaps we could go somewhere and talk? I do not like to speak of her private matters in the open air. One never knows what may find its way back to The Duke, or his court. No matter how it may seem, the last thing I wish is for her to be imprisoned<strong>again</strong>. Maybe you can help me she her safe, you look like one that knows how to care for herself."