With a final nod - mainly to herself - Thessalia stood up from her seat that she'd been occupying for a good five minutes; all the while keeping up her fiercely serious expression. That, however, changed - to a far more pleasantly-expecting one as she headed over to the Innkeeper's counter; raising a hand as she did. Recognising the gesture, he looked up, a friendly business smile on his lips as he turned to face his newest customer of the day. "What can I get for you, Miss?" he asked. "I'll take the local special," Thessalia said in return, nodding to the board behind the counter that listed the various prices of the meals that could be ordered; including a small summary thereof. Usually she simply went with whatever was cheapest - but recently, she'd started occasionally going for something that had at least a little more taste; a sort of treat every now and then. "Right away," the Innkeeper replied before turning to fix up a meal. Glancing up at the price board, Thessalia quickly checked her inventory; despite the fact that even killing a single frontline monster tended to pay enough for a meal.

Just moments later, the Innkeeper turned around once more, placing a plate on the counter with a friendly "Here you go." Paying for the meal, Thessalia turned around - only for her expectant expression to drop as she noticed that in the short time she'd been away from it, her table had been occupied by a small group that had entered the locale just after she'd gotten up. Dismayed at the sight, Thessalia weighed her options - go over and ask for a seat at the same table? Just eat at the counter? Look for a different table? Of the three, the first would mean she'd have to ask those complete strangers for something - not an option, therefore. The second meanwhile had its own problems - she'd be right next to an inevitable point of focus in the form of the Innkeeper. That left only the third option - which in turn wouldn't be as simple as she'd hoped.

Glancing around, Thessalia noticed that just about every table was already occupied - most by small groups of players when all she wanted was just a quiet break. For that, only two kinds of single table occupants came to mind - the quiet types or those far more interested in their own food. Following these criteria, Thessalia decided on a further-off table; the natural choice of someone who'd rather seclude themself - which was most likely the intention of the fellow at that table, Thessalia guessed. Plate in hand, she headed over to the table; passing by the stairs leading up to the rooms of the inn and another player standing at the bottom thereof before setting her plate down at the table. "This seat free?" she asked for politeness' sake as she looked to the black-haired swordsman at the table - only for the sight thereof to seem familiar for a second before she could place it. "Wait, Reiva?" Thessalia recognised whose table she'd so happened to choose - the same swordsman that she'd occasionally bumped into a few times over the past weeks ever since the Post-First-Boss-Incident and whose name she abbreviated for simplicity's sake.