The elven sorceress nods to the response from Lady Jera.    Perhaps the title is not hers, nevertheless the young woman had been thrust into her position with the circumstances an deserved the respect of such at this time of crisis.<br/><br/>Tilyana would shift her gaze towards Horatio.   Whose own gaze swept over the dock area.   Briefly she study him.   Before turning her attention back.   A light kick up of wind swirled blowing a piece of debris along the dock.   As well would flutter the hair of elven maiden and the light flimsy cloths that covered her.<br/><br/>Her gaze once again on Jera and others gathered talking to her.  While at same time looking past the young woman towards the town.  Rija would slip his head out from the confines of her almond brown hair.  The tiny black asp her familiar would with his red eyes look over the gathered others, giving off a slight hiss.   Tilyana would then  respond, conveying her thoughts on the tavern.<br/><br/><em>"The tavern would be a good choice."</em><br/><br/>In her mind a good choice, simply because it would have a food stores,  likely a cellar.  Even perchance the tavern might even have its own well.   Along with the fact it would have rooms for guests.   It could be turned into a defense able structure.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>