Tara recognized a decent number of familiar faces in the sparsely inhabited bar.  She smiled modestly at a few, returning greetings and waves as she finally stepped into the bar and let the door close behind her.  She could see each of the people she had traveled with.  She watched the barmaid sit with the orc, and she found herself slightly amused.  It was a small village and most of the people, especially the women, probably hadn't seen anyone quite as interesting as any given person in her party.  he found it a relief.  When they were around it was far easier for her to blend in to a crowd.<br/><br/>"Rumors, Jacob?"  Tara stepped up the the bar on soft feet, setting a delicate hand on the edge of the counter.  She hadn't heard any rumors, and it bothered her.  The last she had heard from Father Corvin, all was well with the town  She had been so surprised by the werewolves that she hadn't really given herself a chance to think of much else.<br/><br/>"I'll take whatever you have, thank you, but then I'll be moving on to the temple.  Alex seemed a bit concerned about Father Corvin and I would like to see him for myself."  She slid into a seat at the bar, willing to sit where it was easiest for them to serve her.  She watched the barmaids chasing patrons away for the evening, and she watched her traveling mates as their evenings came to an end as well, their meals disappearing into their bellies as the town people tried to make what honest coin they could off of them.  She could not blame them, commerce would have to have been slow recently.<br/><br/>Tara turned her gaze back on Jacob, watching him work.<br/><br/>"What rumors were you speaking of?"<br/><br/><strong>Perception:  9</strong>