Licinia bestows another brief glance on the fight, shaking her head faintly to herself; so long as it stayed a safe distance from her on this night, she hadn't a problem.  Besides, she mused as one of the fighters staggered back into another table, sending a pair of drinks onto the floor in a fountain, there is a sort of art to the dance of drunken men beating each other silly.  She stretched her hands over her head, letting out a soft sound of contentment, her foot brushing up against her pack slung to the floor before she flops back into her seat.  This waiting makes her fidgety; how much more she would prefer to simply walk to the temple and leave the message there but, no, it wasn't her way.  A soft sigh escapes her lips even as she reaches down to shift the satchel to her side.<br/>Still, a message of importance to a priestess?  She reaches her hand into the bag to insure its presence.  '<em>Curious, curious.  A message of import for a priestess</em>', her mind wanders briefly as she wonders what exactly it could be be.  '<em>Family emergency?  No need for it to be sealed...</em>'  She dismisses her curiosity with a brief hand gesture, reaching for her drink instead.  '<em>Focus on the now, leave the speculation for the road</em>', she chides herself.  She sets the drink back down as her eyes wander across the room, openly watching everyone curiously.