Emma sips the drink favoring it. It had been a hard day. She looks around the room again. Scanning the room she thought she caught a stranger looking at her from the corner of her eye before she looked at him. Smiling that direction she must have imagined it. At that moment she hears a man yelling as he barges into the room. She laughed softly and took another drink.
Looking to the man who barged his way into the tavern, yelling to Stefan ro give his finest ale, Jonathon smiled. Ragner did always show great strength and fine ability in a fight, far greater then Jonathon as he focused on other things such knowledge and acquiring a variety skills not of the body. Raising his glass Jonathon replies, loud enough to be heard, "CHEERS". The Charmer would turn his attention to the woman sipping at her drink, and when she looked over he offers a smile and a wave.
Emma takes another drink as she relaxes at her table. She watches the loud man for a moment to see what he will do next. She thinks about how her future plans and her next move. Emma looks around the room again and as she does so she notices another man looking at her and waving. Not recognizing him she waves back and has the hint of a smile on her face.
Seeing the fair woman laugh appealed to him. He watched the contour of her face and her soft smile. Yet she held her drink like a man and even that appealed to him as well as he did not care for any woman that could not hold her ale. Still, he was not about to compromise his interest in her by making it so obvious so he looks elsewhere and the loud man was a good excuse. He shakes his head upon hearing him and sighs at the uncaring rudeness of some. He calls over a wench and politely asks for another ale.
After buying a round for the roustabout patrons, Haarlech picks a seat in the corner where he can keep an eye on every entrance. Weary from chasing his pay, he looks forward to a good night's rest upstairs… yet still feels driven to pay attention to the local chatter and plan his next opportunity. Swilling his mug of ale, he furtively casts his good eye about, trying to capture snippets of the various topics being discussed amongst the rowdys, and considers buying another mug of the homebrew.
Not used to kind gestures he was surprised by the stranger's offer of free ale to the patrons. When the wench brings it over he thanks her but sniffs it as if it were laced with poison. Satisfied that its likely nothing more than ale he drinks. He raises his cup in a show of thanks.
Having reached the Town after such a long journey from Llafair, Hunter decides to get some needed energy from the local tavern. "One ale… " he says allowed as he walks through the door. His eyes immediately fall on some known and unknown faces but that lady sitting by herself relaxing caught his eye. He had nothing to lose, goes near her table and says, "Good afternoon my lady, is this seat taken?"
When Merlin sniffs at his ale with suspect, I say to him… "Not to worry, Mate… " and swigs his own ale as though to attest to it's potability.... "If you be up for some company, I'll take a seat there and chew the mutton bone with thee for a bit more.... If not, enjoy your mug and have a safe and profitable day… "