Sonia plucked the proffered mug of ale from the table. "Thanks," she said to the back of his head; he'd already turned his attention back to whatever he'd been doing. [i]Can't blame him,[/i] she thought. [i]Situation's awkward enough as it is.[/i]

Still, at least a few of them looked to be getting on well already. The man with the harp (Elvish? Half?) seemed to actually be [i]paying[/i] the bartender for a chance to impress the half-naked woman with his music. They'd be fucking within the week, she decided, not without a twang of jealousy.

She sipped her ale as he played. He was talented, for certain. Enough to be able to make a living without risking his life as a mercenary. In fact, a lot of them didn't seem to fit here. Then again, she supposed nobody was forcing [i]her[/i] to be here. Whatever they were going to do, it apparently took all kinds. She'd have to at least wait to hear what this was all about.

A women—angry looking, very beautiful—called for the bard to quit it already. Sonia grinned at her.

"Not a fan?"