The dark haired girl smiled as she listened to the paladin; her smile curving into a playful smirk as he mentioned the light guiding him, "So should I be worried? Are you often led where you are most needed?"<br/><br/>She waved her hand, dismissively; but even if this there was elegance in her movements, "He was interesting for a time. He spoke tales of wild adventures. Good deeds. You may have been proud. But... as the ale kept coming to the table, his head started drifting towards the floor." One of her shoulders raised in a shrug--as though there was nothing else for her to do, but seek other company. "The dwarf was also interesting. Though he seems a bit of a cynic. I suppose such comes from a long life of seeing the best and the worst of the world."<br/><br/>Her attention was quickly drawn away from the paladin as a man burst into the door. She recognized him! He was one of the local farmers.<br/><br/>"Jonathan!" She ran to him, trying to guide him to an empty chair; he was clearly in shock. "Where? Which way did they go?" She turned back to look to the paladin for help; but he was already there. She should have known he would respond to such distress quickly. What surprised her, though, were the others that were gathered around. "This man is a paladin of the sacred order. Slaying evil and rescuing women and children is kind of his job." She said, hoping to calm the man down a bit--so that he could at least offer a solid lead on where the goblins may have gone. "There are other adventurers here too tonight; I don't think you need to be concerned, Jonathan. Those goblins chose the wrong day to attack."<br/><br/>She turned to look to the others; the more experienced adventurers she'd met that evening. A hopeful look on her face; an unspoken pleading--asking if they'll be able to help.