Her mouth still not finished chewing her last spoonful, but Allara had to will herself not to shovel more in. She was starved and this food was on par with that of the feasts she attended as a noblewoman. 

Allara had finished half the meal when a strong impact shook the ground, making her nearly drop her spoon. Looking around, the hairs on the back of her neck stood straight when she caught sight of the dragon standing outside the inn. She froze, trying to process what she was seeing. She had always thought of dragons as an omen, a creature of destruction, so why hadn't it already burned down the inn along with everyone inside? 

Most of the other residents of the inn had not reacted other than to glance at the dragon repeatedly, so that calmed her nerves... slightly. When a man walked up to and talked with the dragon, she further relaxed, which allowed her to notice that there was a child with wings that looked suspiciously like a pixie. She hadn't seen one since she was a child, before her adoptive father sent lots of men to put out a forest fire. He told her the pixie's home was destroyed and they had to find another home. She knew he left out the part where the pixies they found were all dead.

The man who was talking to the dragon came in and asked the barkeep to talk to the owner, and the man who snagged the bags was obviously getting his victim worked up. It was kind of strange watching the scene. The man animatedly, and maybe a bit drunkenly, yelling at the thief and trying to get back his gold while the thief just kept moving them, reminiscent of a teenager holding something high above a child's head. She could almost hear his teasing: "oh you've almost got it! Just a little higher!" Meanwhile, the rest of the patrons paid virtually no attention to the dragon outside, save for a few who were outside when it landed.

Through all of this, the thief's eyes met Allara's, flicking quickly between her green eye and her blue, then with a smirk, he gave her a wink.
"Well, that answers that problem", she mumbled to herself. It looked like he'd be the one paying for... the in that doesn't charge money. Right. She'd have to get used to this just as quickly as she formed her current habits. Still, it wouldn't hurt to have a backup.

Flashing back a shy smile, she walked over to the bounty board, hoping to find something suited to her abilities. She made sure to add a sway to her hips on the short stroll to the board.