While there certainly<em>were</em>people in the tavern who would have liked to approach Verisira, her display just a moment earlier had likely put quite a few of them off; there's a kind of preoccupation that comes from being terrified of a letter that drives a lot of people to conclude that their luck with the strange girl in the skimpy outfit might not be very ... good.<br/><br/>The bartender didn't seem likely enough to let her be, not just yet.  "Well, I ain't gonna push," he said, "But anyone with two eyes and half a brain c'n see you aren't in a good way.  You're in a bar, kid.  Listenin' to people complain is my job."  His words were more friendly than the ever-present sneer on his face seemed to suggest he ought to be.