Nuria promptly turned around after that shameless declaration (and after Phelypsis listed her own favorites -- Nuria couldn't help but grin behind her wrappings when the Andra admitted that the lewd notion she had put out there sounded appealing) and strode right into the tavern, assuming that the others would surely follow. Where else was there to go, after all? And it was surely the best starting point for an investigation: alcohol was, after all, a universal solvent for sealed mouths.<br/><br/>Once inside, Nuria quickly tore off the wrapping around her head, followed by a relieved sigh as the cool air hit her face. Sand particles were notably absent, which made her quite happy after the last few days of walking. "Mm?" she studied the tavern maid for a moment, taking note of how her dress was a little more revealing than those of the others. Jacca's customs were unfamiliar to Nuria, so perhaps this was their equivalent to 'saucy tavern wench'? "Sure," she nodded her agreement after a moment. Having her sleeve grabbed earned the woman a briefly raised brow, but the Godlike went along with it without complaint -- for once she had a sleeve to grab onto, at least until she dumped those rags for the duration of their inside stay.