Seraile makes sure that the tall woman can see her "pout," but they both know she's not terribly surprised or offended. And when Aquila puts on her "work face," the witch does the same. Granted, her "professional" demeanor is a bit more... relaxed... than the big woman's, so it's really not that big of a change.<br/><br/>"Alrighty... You're the boss..." She gives her partner a grin, and then it's<em>click-click</em>off to the inn. Just in case, she prepares a spell to make sure all eyes are on her... and only in the way she wants.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like spells will be needed... the common room of the inn is all but deserted. Sure, there's a tired looking serving girl sweeping up around the hearth, and a man with grey streaks running all through his hair working the bar... but not a single customer in sight.<br/><br/>"Hmmm..." the man says- well, more like coughs- as he looks at the two women. "Gerdur, grab a table. -Hrch-  Welcome ta the Edge of the World, ladies..."<br/><br/>The serving girl "hurries" to prepare a table for the adventurers to sit in, while the man comes walking around the bar to shake each woman's hand in turn.<br/><br/>"Now, explain to me... why in the nine hells would you want to be here?"<br/><br/>Seraile grins and shoots a playful look towards her partner.<br/><br/>"Honeymooning, why else?"