Aylin smiled politely as the hooded man retreated, confident that things were going in a good direction - at least until Ceol gave Renolf a quick, telling look and the two headed out into the night. She said nothing as she watched them leave, but quirked a dark eyebrow when the rogue looked back.<br/><br/>"Well that's certainly not suspicious, or inspiring maddening curiosity, or anything of that sort..." the half-elf grumbled turning back to the other girls. She waved a hand flippantly in the direction of the barbarian's gear, wriggling fingers in a parody of arcane spell casting. "Must admit I'm a little tempted to rearrange everything and turn a few choice items pink, but I somehow doubt he would appreciate the joke..."<br/><br/>As the conversation at their little table died off the bustling inn suddenly seemed quite loud, but Aylin found herself at a loss for what to talk about. She didn't seem to have much in common with the other two women; Sanora seemed to be about her age, but her bubbly disposition and open, friendly demeanor were practically a mirror image of Aylin's own. Seka, on the other hand, was practicality through and through and seemed to be a bit preoccupied with sizing up some of the male patrons in any case.<br/><br/>With a quick glance around the room she spotted several pairs of eyes trained in their direction, but it was difficult to tell who exactly they were eying. Aylin was careful to avoid meeting anyone's gaze; being chatted up by drunken cityfolk did not rank particularly high on her priority list.<br/><br/>Eventually Ren returned, the tell-tale flash of cards catching the sulking girl's attention from the edge of her vision. "I'll play," She said, rising from the table and following after him with what might have been a somewhat over-eager grin spreading across her delicate features.