With the clip-clop of leather boots trailing not far behind, Ashwyn makes a mental note of the area, and sighs, realizing what a low class brothel that they'd met in. As such, she paces over to a chair, and rather unmanneredly plops down, raising one slender leg atop the other, billowing silk dress fabric falling to her side, and showing a bit more thigh...sword angling itself to the chair...settling herself with one leg over one ankle. Flicking one sleeve sharplly downwards, she catches the invitation with two fingers, presenting it between them as she looks over to Dierdre. Unlike Nadya, the landmarks seem to disinterest her, and she seems to be quite obviously bored, though trying to hide it by shifting her features every now and then to make it seem as if she's listening.<br/><br/>The same two fingers press her invitation to the table. "Ashwyn Etoria."<br/><br/><br/>[ Edit add..d'oh ]