The entire tavern had paused. Assallya was included in that number. The golden haired dancer had visited many such establishments in her lifetime but never before had she spied a young woman in such a place acting as she did. This young woman moved and acted like a man, a boorish warrior with little in the way of manners or courtesy. Then she sat like a tiny young girl. The body language was confusing and the elven courtesan was having trouble establishing just what sort of girl this was.

Finally someone, Assallya wasn't sure who, guffawed and took a wyvern sized bite out of the silence. Within moments the tavern was once again invaded by idle chatter, much of it surrounding the strange child. As the elven dancer began to sway once more, she clinked her bracelets together to get the men's attention back and shook her hips. Assallya caught whispers and chuckles about adventurous youth in a "house of men" and others talking about how the ale here would put some hair on her chest. Clearly nobody was taking her seriously but Assallya wasn't so sure. She recognized a certain grace in the child's movements, those movements reminded Assallya of a ranger and while she was no expert she noted the certainty with which the young girl handled her bow, as if it were a part of her own body and didn't get in her way despite her small size.

This was, to Assallya, a boon from the gods. There was almost no chance that these two had prepared for such an event. People caught unawares and off guard were more likely to show their true selves. Paying particular attention Assallya let her mind drift, concentrating almost entirely upon the table the adventurers sat at, letting her body take over the dance of its own volition.