As the song came to an end Regalia smiled softly towards the two musicians that had joined in. “Well that was lovely, than you both,” she said in a kind voice. Ramara nodded slightly as she turned and went to place her instrument back in the safety of its case before securing it back where it belonged. Looking up at the tree for a moment she sighed; making a leap upwards and climbing back to her self-appointed post. Resting herself back down, she straddled the limb and used the trunk as back support as she pulled the hood of her mantle up and let herself relax a bit in the cool evening air. 

	Regalias eyes followed Ramara and she could only smile at the assassin. She had a funny way about her she thought to herself but then again so did the rest of the group. It was not truly something that could be helped in such circumstances. A rag tag bunch brought together by a simple piece of parchment posted outside a tavern wall. It was bound to bring out the more colorful of society. Rising from her place Regalia retrieved something to eat from her possessions and tossed some fruit over to Inyata before seating herself back down close to the fire; watching the flames flicker; cutting through the darkness of the evening and fading the chill in the air.