Walking alone at night was generally accepted as being a very dumb idea. Walking alone at night, from Palisade, was
Insane... even if in reality the journey was only dark for a few out of many hours. But here came the weary, idiotic traveler, who was very much alive, and very much in need to something alcoholic. She was also very grumpy, but given the situation, she was willing to put such emotions aside until she found an inn with a bar.
A peck and a grab at her hood made the traveler turn about, and suddenly she heard loud, raucous laughter -- specifically drunken laughter -- as if the motion had reminded her ears to actually do their job. Sidling back a little the way she came, the source of it all appeared down a small side road, and like an angry little moth, the traveler bee-lined to the light.
....Where she was greeted by what felt like god's own blinding light, and noise that she swore should make the ground shake. In reality the tavern wasn't that bright, nor THAT loud, but being the dark and the quiet for so long had such effects. Regardless, Ianthe was going in. Nothing was going to stop her from what she wanted, not even the fact that there wasn't a free seat in the whole place.
Or was there? Drunk people made good seat-savers, and it didn't take long for her to spot the flirty young man and make her swoop and swipe move. Before the git even realized it, the woman was occupying his seat as soon as his a** moved too far away from it. There wasn't too much retaliation, at least not that Ianthe was aware of. Frankly she had stopped paying attention as soon as she had sat down and started removing her cloak and hood. It was probably the white bird on her shoulder that did any further required action, but it hopped onto the bar in front of her a few moments later, and stared at the large....brick wall of a man seated next to them.
Ianthe, meanwhile, was still not paying attention and only had eyes for the bartender's hands as he poured her beer from a tap.
