The tavern maid's eyebrows raise for a moment as Nuria removes her head-wrap, a brief instinctual look of scandal touching her eyes before she quickly pushes it down.  Clearly even in this watering hole, people from the outside world are relatively few and far between.  Still, she brings the smile right back to her face and leads in to the woman seated inside.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/15/44/cc/1544ccc6875920dc682610a2b165b8e8.jpg)</div>The woman at the table has a stern look to her, an authoritarian face that is used to being heard, listened to, and followed.  One of her hands rests on the table, long lacquered nails lightly tracing over a silver knife placed on the dark wood, the only piece of silverware at each place setting.  She gestures again to invite the Delvers to sit if they wish to, then turns to Sydney, her brow creasing slightly before she responds, "Hunting for these thing can be a dangerous.  There are rumors and there are truths."  Her lips quirk as though she's made a joke, though it's becoming clear that her grasp of the common tongue spoken in Brondolor is tenuous.  "This one," she adds with a look to Yula, "Speaks in honeyed tongue of your people, but tells what she seeks in more."<br/><br/>Her lips purse for a moment as though in thought and she taps two fingernails against the table.  The servant at the door bows briefly and then quickly moving off to bring back a small troupe of serving boys, dropping off a dish of sweet strips of meat in a honey-peach sauce and oddly shaped gourds that smell spicy.  She takes a sip from her cup, of the warm mulled wine that the Delvers had been offered previously.  Taking hold of her knife, she picks up a small piece of meat and tastes it, before nodding to the servant who scurries off.<br/><br/>"There is another outsider who came here.  I will tell you of rumors that you wish for no price at all, or I will tell you truths for a small price.  You have heard of the Jacca Kiss?"  Her full, deep purple lips curve into a devil's smile as she goes back to eating with just the tip of her knife, the movement sensual and in control, dangerous and barely restrained.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, this may be a good time for somebody well traveled or educated to make a Spout Lore check.</strong>