As soon as her spiced rum arrived Inyata sat down, poking at what contained the drink, before clasping the handle with her hands and took a swig, instantly spitting it out. She HATED this drink, she never even had it before! Sitting in a sulk she crossed one of her legs on top of the other, repeating the same with the arms; on another tantrum… She really wanted to talk and she still couldn’t as she noticed in a failed barrage of mouth action.

She sighed and gave up as she bit her lower lip, deciding to remember on the much happier times she had on her hip, although she could teach them all how to make beer if possible; but she very much prefers to steal it so she didn’t have to go through all the hard work.

In sudden movement she stood up quickly and paced around the now quiet tavern as this would now be her new way of complaining until she at least wasn’t mute no more, and she quite enjoyed this way of ranting because then she wouldn’t be disturbing anyone unless they looked at her with interest, well… more like annoyed interest.