"Well, to be quite honest, I find you a little...puzzling." The bard chewed on her full lower lip. "I've never really had much of a thing for girls. But somehow... you seem different. So, I was kinda trying to figure out what it was."<br/><br/>She rested her chin on her fingers, elbow against the armrest. "I like mysteries."<br/><br/>A silver-bearded man approached Ninn. "Would you mind doing the Knights of Chetford Keep?" He twirled a silver coin between his fingers.<br/><br/>"Well, unless you have the actual Knights here, I assume you mean the song? Very well, when I'm done with my break. Just leave the coin on the table." The man put the little metal piece against the oak surface. "Thank you."<br/><br/>Ninn had never taken her eyes off Lyn. "Duty calls."