"You don't have to leave yet, Silva.  Our meals should be done soon, you can stay and eat with us before I have to leave," Eric called to Silva as she left, but just shrugged and started talking to Olaf again when she didn't come back.<br/><br/>When Silva sat down on the adventurers' table, Darian looked up at her and smirked, but said nothing at first, just taking another sip of his ale.  "Why didn't you tell us you knew this sexy young lady, Darian?" the dwarf spoke up soon enough.  He looked to be about average height for a dwarf, with the traditional long, braided beard his kind usually sported.  From his robes, he appeared to be a cleric of some kind, though Silva couldn't tell of which deity.<br/><br/>The human woman looked at Silva a moment, smirking.  She also wore robes, these ones black and silky, almost trademark of a magic user of some kind, and perfectly matching her curly, raven-black hair.  "Well, I'm not too surprised he didn't want to fess up to knowing a tramp like that," she said to the dwarf.<br/><br/>"Honestly, I was jealous of that guy at first, but after seeing how much of a slut she is, I don't think I'd bother with her," the elf commented, barely glancing at Silva as he spoke.  Unlike the others, he was drinking what looked like wine from a crystal glass, clearly someone used to being pampered.<br/><br/>The kitsune had barely changed her expression while all this was going on, instead her gaze wandering, staring at seemingly nothing.  Silva could see that the girl was much like herself, wearing a shirt short enough to allow anyone a glimpse at the underside of her breasts, and little more than a frilly pair of panties.  "Mm, I don't know," she said dreamily, still staring off in the distance, "I'd still like to sleep with her.  Especially if I get to tie her up and-"<br/><br/>"That's enough, Rei, we don't need to hear more of your fantasies," the other human at the table spoke up, interrupting her as his cheeks began to redden.  His shaved head and neatly trimmed facial hair made it clear to Silva that this was a monk, likely from one of the southern monastaries.  His muscled body wasn't as large as the barbarians', but while they were pure, raw strength, this man seemed much more disciplined and focused.<br/><br/>"Well, Silva," Darian finally spoke up, smiling.  "I'd love to chat with you, but I was in the middle of talking business with my friends here, before you showed up.  Why don't you be a good girl and go back to those big friends of yours.  I'm sure they can satisfy a whore like you," he said with a smirk.