<strong>PC</strong>Galacia (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=685364)<br/><strong>Location</strong>The Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Brogan, Calathes, Jin<br/><br/>She was right about Jin - he was like the others, turning a question about his motivations into a chance to preach his virtues - but more than anything she wished she had been wrong just so she didn't have to sit through what she knew was coming. It may have seemed impossible for her boredom to become any more apparent but Galacia managed it somehow as her eyes drifted away from Jin and drifted toward the table, his words going in one ear and out the other. Her eyes moved up toward Calathes and Brogan briefly, inwardly hoping that one of the other men had a way to cut Jin short. But who was she kidding? Brogan was busy tearing into his food and Calathes had probably never interrupted a soul in his life.<br/><br/>It wasn't until Brogan spoke of the book seller that she snapped out of the trance-like state she entered during Jin's sermon. Her eyes snapped to Brogan at first, her eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowing almost as if she had trouble understanding him as the fog cleared from her head. Still, she looked over her shoulder to look upon the man that had drawn the attention of the table, meeting his gaze with her own. Her instincts told her that Brogan misunderstood the situation; that wasn't the stare of a man with lust on his mind. But there certainly was a creepiness to the way he looked toward the assembled group.<br/><br/>Then he spoke, his words and voice adding to her unease. "I umm... Excuse me." Galacia stood and offered a polite nod and thin smile to Jin and Calathes before pushing her chair back under the table, wandering off toward the center of the crowd with the intention of clearing her mind and getting back to her mission. She needed answers, information about the town and the people in it, and she needed someone that had their finger on the pulse of Kraken. She scanned the crowd, completely unsure who to turn to due to her unfamiliarity with the town but a sly smile crept across her face as she realized it wasn't the crowd she should be paying attention to...it was the loud boisterous man on stage that should be the focus of her attention. He was perfect. He was obviously a local - or as local as one can be to Kraken - and judging by the way he carried himself he'd probably be more than happy to answer questions just so he could hear himself talk. All she had to do now was wait for an opportunity.