The barkeep gives Calfiria a NOD and whistles to his daughter. Verna looks up and follows her father's line of sight to the door. Hurrying over she smiles, rolls her eyes, and points back at the frisky men. "You're sight for sore eyes Cal. That bunch is rowdy as ever. You gonna be here long? Moms got her rolls about done and the duck almost there too."<br/><br/>As Verna prattles on to Calfiria a dark red glow pulses from under the back privacy booth's curtain. Anyone that can sense magic also feels a small jolt.