The doors to the Cheerful Dagger open, bringing in a curious couple. A wavey  flitter of darkness and a small woman glowing with a soft green purple light, breathing heavily with her exertions. The tavern becomes awefully quiet, Whisper taking up a position nustled against the ceiling as Shira hopped up onto a bar stool. "Salad and Wheat Ale, please barkeep. A plate of wild mushrooms for my companion, if you have any." The chubby bartender stares at the small winged woman who even while sitting at his bar can barely peek her head over the top of the bar. "How many seasons have you lived, child." "93." "Uh. Grub and pint, comming up." The man goes and hollers back into the kitchen for some rabbit food, and sets a glass of local ale in front of the gloaming. A few minutes later, a pile of shredded lettuce leaves and a diced tomato on a plate are placed in front of her, and she nibbles on the ruffage.