Sorsha studdies the yard for a long while, taking heart in the thought that she might bring this place the cheer and heart it so despeartly needs even as she struggles for the courage.<br/><br/>Finding it at last, she enters the inn with a juanty stride, hefting her harp case.  Scanning the near-empty tavern, she takes in two intresting charecters.  Any who look up will find green eyes meeting theirs and a jaunty, lightly flirtatious smile.<br/><br/>Moving more like a minstril than an armored woman, she glides across the tavern, smoothly righting and moving aside the two chairs she banged her shin on and baring her own clumsieness with grace.  She meets the hostess on her way away from the elf, back towards the kitchen and offers, "Good afternoon, inkeep, Sorsha O'banon's the name.  Word is your festival was canceled, but I was still hoping to play a bit for your clients."