Tahira chose to ignore the witch’s slanderous remark towards the musician. She didn’t have a strong opinion of his music but she did recognize that it took some skill, and there was no danger of her falling under the sway of that particular spell, since the magic blast from earlier had made her more alert. In fact, she was interested in how he fused magic into his music and made a mental note to ask him later. For now, she would focus on one thing at a time, and that was awaiting Margaret’s response to her question.

"Oh, quite a few years. Under various masters and from various sources. I suppose that's the defining quality of witchcraft - learning on your own and largely by doing." she shrugged at Tahira's question. "It is more reliant on resources than the magic itself, which can make it rather costly at times though."

Hmmm, that was rather interesting. So she used components for her magical works? That made sense considering the nature of her charm. Tahira’s magic relied on the strength and focus of the spirit, but she didn’t have an opportunity to respond as the tavern’s new ogre crouched beside her for help reading. That was certainly something she didn’t have a problem offering, she loved reading and writing, and anyone who wanted help with it was worth her time. However, Margaret intercepted the question before she had a chance to see it and the ogre withdrew the paper to analyze it more closely. Then the musician, Viggo, stormed up to them, apparently he had heard the witch’s rather vocal criticism. 

The events unfolding in the rest of the bar escaped Tahira’s notice as she was caught on the fringes of the heated exchange. Pulling her hood farther down, to hide her eyes once again, she hoped her placement at the table wouldn’t affect her chances of weaseling some magical secrets out of Viggo later. As the argument resolved itself, Margaret turned her attention to the ogre and she could see the gears turning in the witch’s head as she ordered pancakes. Since she was not exactly in a breakfast mood, Tahira thought it would be best to talk to her at another time.

“Thank you for the information,” she said, nodding to Margaret and then Drubbins. “I hope you don’t mind if I…leave you two to your meal.” As she stood up, she took note of Priest and those gathering around him and decided to see what jobs would be available. Navigating through the patrons of the somewhat crowded tavern, she noticed a few new faces, but she wasn’t the type to stop and greet them as she made her way to the board, stopping next to a new knight. Anything particularly magic related would catch her interest, so that is what she looked for as she stood behind Priest, analyzing each job as he put it up until one caught her eye. [i]A rare jewel? The Mages of Elrikur? Yes, this is the one.[/i]

"Priest...what do you know of these mages, and the gem they seek?" She asked, tilting her head curiously.