Sighing as she watches the group leave, Farla rested her head on the bar. Almost pouting as she saw them leave the tavern, the innkeeper noticed her attitude. Shaking his head he noticed the Captin was still there, walking from behind the bar he wiped his forehead and made his way to the man.<br/><br/>Coughing the elderly innkeeper wanted to the other man's attention. "Sir...A moment of your time if you will...." Trying to hide his nervous emotions he shoved the rag into a back pocket, "it concerns the young girl at the bar...I have no need of her and was wondering if you need a cook on your ship."