Tara watched as Alex left, watching the carriage turn the corner.  She felt the urge to follow him, which was less than normal to her.<br/><br/>Schooling her expression to that of her role for at least another night, she turned toward Vlad.  She looked up at the Knight with modest eyes, her thoughts a moment ago fleeting as she tucked them away.  She would sort out her feeling that were stirred up by the boy scout later.  So what if he had grown a lot in the last couple of years . . if he had become a man in her absence . . . .<br/><br/>She shook herself inwardly and spoke, her hands folded in front of her, "We might want to stop into the tavern first, share our coin where we can."  She thought of the town and how few coin must have been spent by traveler's of late, and she frowned.  Commerce would fail soon, if something was not done about their  . . . problems.  "After we've had a meal in our bellies we can perhaps seek out Father Corvin and speak with him."  She started to turn then, heading toward the tavern.  Her long red hair fell down her back, swaying as she walked.  No matter how modest and demure she tried to be, the sway of her hips and the agile way her body moved could only be tempered so much.<br/><br/>As she pushed open the door of the tavern a fleeting smile touched her lips.  Oh! To be free of her disguise and indulge in the true joys of life.  Drinking, gambling . . .dancing.  The smile only lasted a fraction of a second, her demure face returning as she took the first step into the tavern, a modest blush touching her fair cheeks.