<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><br/>Ariella had watched the newcomer from the moment he made his entrance to the tavern. Her foot halts its bouncing and she lowers the clean but chipped mug of steaming tea to hover  just above her lap, turning her pale gaze to follow his path to the bar. As he slides in and orders a drink she turns to look at the rest of the room, but her thoughts keep traveling back to him. He looked interesting, to say the least, but she couldn't tell much about him yet.<br/><br/>As she hears him say hello she turns to him, her mouth parting to respond, a friendly smile on her lips - until the crashes and grunts of fighting reach her ears. Hopping quickly to her feet she turns towards the commotion, her hand at her thigh curling over the dagger that was strapped tightly against it. Before she even has the chance to move the fight is over, and she sees the man who had been reading, the one she had felt a stirring of magic in, stand to help another. With the danger gone, for now, her fingers slide away from her dagger, then curl back around her mug as she takes her seat, this time angling herself towards the newcomer. <br/><br/>With a small clearing of her throat she sets her mug of tea on the table, her fingers softly tapping a short tune on the ceramic. Ariella turns her attention fully to him, gazing at him curiously, taking him in from his full, bushy mane down to his giant paws. She hadn't seen one such as him before and she forces herself not to lean back and search for his tail.<br/><br/>"Hello to you, Sir." She says with a smile, her teeth sparkling behind her wide grin. She looks back to where the fight had occurred then back to him, her eyes sparkling. "Looks like trouble slipped in behind you."<br/></span>