Aura beamed when Myrna returned, happy not to be alone; it suddenly dawned on her that a second, subconscious motive at flagging the barmaid over had been for her own company too after the other elf left, a sort of mutual defense against any lechering drunkards.<br/><br/>"I should be so fortunate," she smiled distantly, looking into her wine goblet as the wench refilled it.. "It sometimes seems little at all has been able to catch my eye of late, my fancies tethered in the past." She smiled sheepishly and lifted her goblet for a slow sip. "Indeed, just now I was feeling underwhelmed by the, ah, local scenery." She giggled slightly, albeit a bit forced in an attempt to lift her own spirits from brooding. She reflected on Myrna's own countenance. She seemed actually rather pretty, a far far cry from all the elven stereotypes of female dwarves as swarthy she-males, but Aura wasn't sure how to express that without risking offense, at least not just yet.<br/><br/>She flicked her gaze up to Myrna's, then over the dwarf's armor, intrigued by the craft of it. Her crystal eyes glittered over the intricate breastplate. "And did you craft that yourself too, mistress dwarf?"