An early arrival to the tavern permitted Silwen her choice of seating for the evening; something which allowed her to appraise each of the other occupants more fully without appearing to be overly-interested as they entered the place and went about their business. She’d been greeted by the proprietor and provided with a steaming bowl of tasty stew with a chunk of bread and half pint of ale that was, perhaps a little warm, but did the job nonetheless, and left to her own devices as she observed the other patrons over the course of the next few hours.<br/><br/>As one might expect, the couple ate the food on offer before disappearing from the tavern before too long, while the boisterous group of humans from the trail devoured large portions of food and continued to engage in lively, crude conversation as they took advantage of the barkeep’s hospitality and told stories amongst themselves and looked about for female company – including the young female with the cleric, who was forced to shrug off a handful of unwelcome advances before the pair of them retired for the night. Silwen had little doubt that she’d quickly be accosted if it she hadn’t made it so clear that she was nursing a single drink behind her dark cloak and wasn’t interested in participating in conversation with any of the other patrons.<br/><br/>The pair of humans, however, held more interest for her. And with good reason. The way they were seated had the man with the goatee sitting opposite her and, more than once, she found herself catching a glimpse or the other way ‘round as he looked over in her direction before he turned his attention back to the other man. Each time, he’d take a drink of his ale or occupy himself with something else. He was a fairly handsome man, with captivating eyes and quite well-groomed with dark features and a light stubble upon his face. His build was quite athletic and his senses seemed quite alert; much like a cat that was ready to react within a moment’s notice. Like her, his possessions remained concealed beneath a dark cloak, allowing on the occasional glimpse of the hilt of a blade of some kind beneath.<br/><br/>Eventually, the pair of humans stood and appeared to conclude their business as the somewhat portly dark-haired man in the robes shook the hand of the other enthusiastically and then waddled out of the tavern. The one who’d paid Silwen the occasional glance remained for a moment as he finished his ale before making his way over to the bar and initiating a conversation with the barkeep. Within a couple of minutes, he left the bar with a pint and a half-pint of ale and made his way over to the table where Silwen was sitting, as he placed the fresh half-pint in front of Silwen and kept the other for himself and gestured to the seat opposite her.<br/><br/>“Mind if I join you?” He said in a smooth tone that was accompanied by a generous smile as he pulled out the chair and took a seat opposite Silwen and gestured to her drink. “I thought you might enjoy another drink and a little<em>conversation</em>...” The last word carrying a tone that indicated that she should expect a little more.