[b] [u] Alika [/u] [/b]

Alika watched intently, though she didn't stare. When they spoke, she didn't notice, her hearing was awful, owing to her ruined ears. From how they looked, she was guessing they weren't assassins or anything of the sort. Still, she didn't survive almost two millennia just to get killed by two random jackasses with sharp things. She knew she still had her blade, and she could fight if necessary. When they had sat down to eat, she approached them and took a seat next to the larger one. 

[b]"I take it you two aren't from around here? All this subtlety would work great in a royal court, but in a country tavern?"[/b] She turned her head and watched as a man (almost as if on cue) crushed a tin flagon against his forehead. [b]"Then again, the average meathead here isn't smart enough to pay any attention to you anyway."[/b] She managed to get a glimpse of the man under the hood, and could've swore she noticed an eyepatch. She managed to suppress a smile at the coincidence. This man was probably the opposite of Grey. He was probably even injured in a more dignified manner (Always tie your bootlaces kids). [b]"So what are you then? Thieves? fugitives? [i]Assassins?[/i]"[/b] She said, chin resting on her palm as her other hand dropped to her side. Her hand was obviously down there in case she needed her weapon, but it was clear she wouldn't attack. Clear at least if you noticed that sort of thing.