Dainya debated paying for the drink, but a single drink does not a celebration make. She smiled and handed the barmaid the seven bits for the drink and a silver coin as a tip. She winked cheekily "Nothing yet, but you'll be the first to know."<br/><br/>She looked around the tavern, eyeing up the patrons. None were quite right. There was a newcomer, but he was a priest judging by the staff and medallion, and probably had some sort of vow of celibacy going on... but the barmaid looked nice. All smiles and cuteness, despite the busy evening. Perhaps Dainya would make a proposition later. She took a sip of her drink and smiled<em>"Perhaps later..."</em>she thought slyly.