Calfiria came behind the group that drifted into the Tavern, noting the coming evening had brought more travelers than usual.  Perhaps there was a festival she was unaware of?  It was something she had to consider, as increased foot traffic through the forest passages sent prey, better known as dinner, scattering off their usual tracks.  She imagined she would figure out what was going on, once in the Tavern.  The human in her occasionally sought out her kin’s news as their world expanded rapidly across any and all terrain.  Her occasional visits to the Black Stallion never failed to provide her with current news.<br/><br/>She looked over her shoulder once more for Val’nt’s large furry form but did not see him.  Not worrying about him, she entered the Tavern.  The assault of warmth, heavy baked and brined scents, and chattering stopped the Druid Birelon in her step, letting the door swing to a close behind her.  She stood at the entrance and adjusted to the close-quarter sensory overload, as the patrons before her dealt with the barkeeper.  As the small crowd in front of her went to their respective seats in the dining area, she drew back her hood slowly.  She was always torn as to whether it was less conspicuous to show her light hair and pointed ears or to remain fully cloaked and hooded.<br/><br/>She made eye contact with the barkeeper, knowing he had an excellent memory for his reoccurring customers.  Her eyes drifted pleasantly to his daughter though, as she took her seat at a table lined near the entrance.<br/>