The bartender gives Enoch a nod, recognizing him as a regular customer who pays his tab on time. Light pattering on the roof is heard as one of the regular Tarsakh rain showers begins. The sun has set and with the Lamplighters' guild finished lighting the oil lamps around the city, adventurers have a well-lit, if damp, path to The Rusty Shield. Occasionally, a low, distant rumbling of thunder can be heard over the tavern's conversations.<br/><br/>Seeing that Sara had finished her meal, the bartender catches her eye.<strong>"Can I get you anything else, young miss? I've got a piping hot pudding that's fresh out of the pot and a few pastries freshly baked and delivered today."</strong><br/><br/>Several off-duty members of the City Watch and more than a few young adventurers watch Laewynn's dancing with more than a casual interest. A few of the young adventurers, mostly male, whisper to each other. Some appear to be speculating on just how soon that breast-concealing band of fabric would be coming off, and how much coin it would take to entice Laewynn to remove it.