"Just dark ale, please." Calfiria said softly as the jolt of magical energy alerted her senses.  She allowed Verna to go on servicing other customers as her superior hearing attempted to pick up anything unusual.  She watched as the older man with his bird seemed to pick up on the race of energy.  She narrowed his eyes as he stood and walked towards a private booth that Calfiria had regarded little of, before.  Their eyes meet, two different curious expressions on their faces.  With a shrug he entered the private booth.<br/><br/>She was intrigued by the man because it was almost as if he had known she had sensed it too.  She would wait though, she decided.  Wait and observe.<br/><br/>