Clover is wedging in closely, trying to be sociable to the card players, and hoisting a flagon of cider that looks ludicrous in her slender, small hands.  She lifts her brows and smiles over the rim of the cup at Xelise as he enters, then wipes at her upper lip with her sleeve before scooting over slightly on the bare wooden bench she's found.  If that wasn't enough, she tips her head encouragingly to that side.<br/><br/>"So, what were you saying about Barclay Ruddison's goat, sir?" she says to a toothless card player.  gradually, she begins to drop open-ended questions into the conversation, hoping to spur up any hits to what's plaguing the town.