Recognizing the nervousness of in the Cleric, Fallon makes eye contact with Jo for a moment.  She shoots her a look that is both reassuring and rebuking-- the overall impression is almost a motherly sternness in her hazel eyes.  She speaks softly, though others could potentially overhear.  "Take it easy, cleric."  She softens the rebuke with a gentle wink at the end, and a subtle upturn at the corners of her mouth.  The cleric's... adorable.  "But I'd gladly join you for that drink."<br/><br/>She looks over at Koram, then the bard, before meeting the knightly half-elf's gaze to address him.  "Seems you've got a fan already."  She lifts her eyebrows and leans a bit closer, speaking in a stage-whisper.  "Well done."<br/><br/>Then, with a lingering grin, she turns for the door.  The pock-marked and scratched shield on her back is the only distinguishing feature of her visage as she once again draws her hood over her cropped, red-gold hair and pointed ears.  Her walk, however, is anything but subtle; she has a combination of a fighter's swagger and a courtesan's sway.  At that, she's on her way to the tavern.<br/>