A slim figure sits at a table near the fireplace, hooded and quiet.  A glass of what passes for wine and the scraps of a meal on a plate occasionally still reached for from time to time.<br/><br/>One watching would be able to tell that the figure was female only by the hand that reaches out for the occasional bite, slim, pale and well kept.<br/><br/>She watches from within the hood, also interested in the proper employment, though she was not experianced in travel or the ways of the world outside of the town, her mentor had sent her out to the world just days ago, and soon after she heard he had vanished, so she had no choice but to figure out what to do.<br/><br/>Watching the large fighter moving about the tavern she considers talking to him, despite her fears, at least she would find some protection from the other denisens.