"Oh, I don't mind at all."  She told Rose, with a smile.  Turth was, there really weren't nights off at the Inn.  As long as there was something to be done, it was expected that you do it if you were able on a busy night.  That just was how it was.  She was, however, not unwilling to request a round of desserts, knwing that there was a freshly baked peach cobbler sitting on the oven in the kitchen.  That, however, was quickly forgotten as the doorway filled with a familiar face followed by strangers.<br/><br/>Ari's heart made a little jump at the sight, although in truth, she wasn't sure if it was the thought of a troubador from far off bringing new tales and songs to learn, or the sight of Xhol who looked quite dashing in his brightly plumed hat.  That thought brought a slight blush to her face, one she quickly dismissed as heat from the fire.  And really, she could see Xhol any day of the week, but an honest to goodness troubador!<br/><br/>She stood once again, thinking (not for the first time) that her entire life had been spent bouncing up and down and back and forth at the beck and call of anyone who came through the Stone Turtle's door.  She couldn't help but sigh a little at that.  To do something adventurous or go somewhere beyond the borders of the tiny hamlet... that was her wish, secret as it might be.  Likley it would never come to fruition, but still, she could dream, could she not?<br/><br/>"We bid you welcome, Master Syrtis."  she said, wearing a pleasant smile as she approuched the newcomer.  "If it please you, would you like to take a seat by the fireside and warm your bones?  I'm sure, if you would care to share your tales with us, we'd be more then pleased."