As she dropped of Densha's plate, her new companion ordered an ale. She couldn't help but overhear their conversation. [i]'bounty-hunters'[/i]. Haven tried not to let any surprise register on her face. 'Is that why she is looking for the red-haired man? Are they both looking for him? Is he in some sort of trouble?'[/i] She fled the table quickly to retrieve the ale, then noticed a new guest. 

As she drew near to where he sat, she made out that he was a warrior or some sort. His armor was heavy with rain, and he was inspecting a rather sinister looking crossbow. Haven slowed as she neared the table, not wanting to surprise a man with a weapon. As she stepped over to him, she opened her hands and gave a small curtsey. She smiled, waiting for him to ask for something.