Ari took a sip from her own drink, then held the mug close to her chest, the warmth from the tea sliding down her throat and pressing close against her like a soothing blanket. Although she did not look particularly worried about what had happened in the tavern just then, she wasn't used to fighting, and especially stabbings and such. For as long as she remembered any argument her people had amongst themselves had been settled by the hand of the Queen.<br/><br/>The man's golden mane fascinated her, as did the shiny bit of gold he had put on the counter to pay for his ale, and she had trouble tearing her eyes from these to respond to him. "My name is Ariella," she says as her restless hands find a grove on the counter, sliding over it as if she were trying to smooth it out. "Wha- erm." She chokes a little, realizing she was just about to ask him what he was before she stopped herself. "Where are you from? Here?"