Aylin grinned crookedly, rolling her eyes when Ceol relegated her to the center of the group. She said nothing however; whatever unspoken opinions of her competence it carried she wasn't about to argue against any plan that put other bodies between herself and the teeth, claws or blades of whatever they might run in to.<br/><br/>As the evening rolled on she seemed content to idly watch the locals as they came and went, only occasionally popping into her cohorts' conversations with a little joke or comment. She was open enough to avoid the rabid curiosity Ceol's obstinate quiet seemed to invite, but careful not to reveal any personal details that might spark the curiosity of the others. It wasn't difficult, there had been few events of significant note in her short life so far. She ate a little, grateful for something other than trail rations and improvised meals made from hastily caught game, but drank only water. Having grown up in a tavern, with very trusting parents, Aylin learned earlier than most her limits when it came to alcohol - they were not impressive.<br/><br/>Stormy blue eyes, slowly wandering about the now rather crowded room, spotted the new arrival quickly and followed him with carefully concealed interest as he crossed to the bar and eventually approached their table.<br/><br/>"Oh don't bite the hand that might be proffering a job, Ceol." she said, trying to keep a calm, reasonable tone to assuage some of his irritation. "He was just being polite. Besides, you've got half a damn general store strapped to you and Seka's dressed for war. It doesn't take a scholar to figure out who we are."