"Hmm, I don't mind the idea at all, and it might be we might end up leaving anyway if we did try it and it didn't work out too well, or if it worked well we might change place just to be around a bigger 'group of people possibly interested in such'." Her tone was a bit more wary but shrugging at the time, the tall, muscular woman smirked and nod her head, the swat on her rump having her let out a laugh as she watched Petra walk off.<br/><br/>Arriving to the inn, Petra could see the barmaid Saja at work serving some honey mead to an aristocratic looking woman at a corner booth, two younger men opposite of her talking with her in a low tone of voice seeming to try and keep it quite secretive. There was only one other table occupied there, holding the gnomish woman and sitting opposite of her Miss Dove.<br/><br/>"Welcome!" Saja shouted eagerly.