[center][i][b]Mysaren[/b][/i]
[b]Location:[/b] [i]Blue Moon Tavern[/i]

Mysaren looked up at Historia, smiling again. "Hm? Oh, uhm, probably just a drink or two," She said, seeing no reason to lie. She'd left behind that part of her self, or at least, she liked to think she did. "I was actually looking to get a room here for a while." She was still a bit intimidated by the bartender, owner, who ever he was. He seemed to be able to look through everything about her, and it made her a bit twitchy. She felt her stomach flip at the smell of food cooking, and she hadn't eaten in a while, but she couldn't afford it, not if she wanted to get a room. She'd have to sell off her loot soon, or she may have to live off of whatever she can find for a while.

She heard the music start, and turned her head to watch the man playing perform. He wasn't bad, she had to admit. She wasn't a fan, but there was skill, she could appreciate that much. She turned back around after a while though, only half listening. The tune almost sounded familiar, but she couldn't put a name to it. She sighed, desperate for a drink and a nice, hot meal.[/center]