Alessandra had taken notice of the cold chill in the inn. Undoubtedly magical, and also obviously from the woman who just so happened to enter at the time it showed up. Alessandra excused herself from the bard song, and walked after the Necromancer, keeping her distance but placing herself in a position to get a glance at her tome. Perhaps without being notice, but even if she was it mattered not, she was more interested in the book and its owner than trying to be secretive