Dainya smiled through her flute and played a short cheerful riff of thanks and she looked at the pitcher. Her eyes drifted to the woman in the green hood in a quiet corner automatically, she was adept at finding people who were trying not to be seen. She nabbed another tankard of normal size from behind the bar and made her way over.<br/><br/>"Ebn'n, msh..." she took the tankard from her mouth and placed it on the table. "Evenin', miss. It seems to me you was lonely and may want some company, If not then I am happy to take my leave and sit back at the bar." She bowed slightly and smiled, that mischievous twinkle in her eye, telling anyone of particularly good people reading skills that she went in...<em>certain</em>circles.