[center][i][h2][color=#dd5419]Calariel[/color][/h2][/i][/center][hr]
Calariel was fond of the warmth inside, and loosened the cloak around her neck enough to let it breathe a bit better. Apparently they were expected in here as well, or at least by the innkeeper, considering how they were immediately directed upstairs. Calariel had just been about to head up the stairs, heedless of any sight of mysterious fog or whatever it was that had occupied the upstairs floor, when the music began, and she turned.

The song did not move her to tears as it had many of the others, but it was quite pleasant to listen to, soothing even. Her nerves had been jumping at being in such an unfamiliar place full of men rather than elves. During the course of the song Calariel made her way to the innkeeper.

[color=#dd5419]"Just water, please?"[/color] she asked, voice little more than a whisper for fear of disturbing the song. The innkeep obliged, after the brief pause to take in her appearance, so obviously different from the rest, and her eyes. Alcohol was largely wasted on her, and she wasn't fond of the taste, besides. She grabbed the cup and thanked the man once she heard it slide towards her across the counter top, and retreated back towards the stairs. She came to a stop at the base of them, with just enough distance between her and the patrons and Aelin to make out their rough shapes with her glassy eyes.

Part of her thought to speak up after the conclusion of the song, but her boots remained rooted to the spot, quietly waiting for the others, and enjoying the warm scene from afar.