The rough tapping of [@SkeletonShadow] Willow's bouncing leg had drawn her attention before Imorteth's words. She nodded to him, pushing everything mystical of her abilities onto the strange maiden. If it worked well, all receiving senses would be dulled. Something to sate what panic had begun to fester... The influence was light enough that it would not draw alarm or interrupt the room, as it had briefly done for Arlen. If only she knew that there were others in need of this service, she might have quieted the entire room.

She turned to the dwarf [@Snarfulblast], a kind smile, white teeth. "[color=#6666cc]That will do nicely. Thank you, sir...?[/color]" She dragged her inquiry of his name, extending a second card with her name upon near the glass as he serviced. [@Dark Light] Arlen was given a strange look as the glass met her lips. She felt the warmth through the crystal. It seeped along her fingers. What she would do for a few warm blankets...

"[color=#6666cc]Oh.[/color]" Paisley realized that she hadn't discovered who to ask about a room yet. "[color=#6666cc]Is there vacancy here? I am hoping to stay for some time...[/color]"