[color=ed145b][h3][center][b][u]Willo[/u][/b][/center][/h3][/color]

Willo couldn't help but grin wide at the pub's interior. So many people, so many things happening, all of them varying degrees of entertaining, but entertaining all the same. A wave of cheering took over the room and she found herself whooping along with the other patrons, but her excitement took on a devious edge. She saw drunken arguments forming, bubbling up onto the cusp of confrontation, and couldn't resist the urge to egg things on. 

[color=ed145b]"You gonna let him say that?"[/color] she'd chime to one, and [color=ed145b]"He's gonna swing!"[/color] to another. Whether the voice of one girl amidst the sea of shouts and hollers would make any difference, she didn't stay to find out. Instead she kept close to Ramone and Aelar, and eventually found herself meandering over to the counter. 

[color=ed145b]"Just a cup'a water for me, thanks,"[/color] she said to the tender, plopping herself down into an open seat. She drank in quick sips, as though she was more interested in wetting her tongue than actually hydrating. [color=ed145b]"This was a good idea. Ramone, you have good ideas, you know that?"[/color]

Perhaps it should have been difficult to spot Lazarus in the chaos of the pub, but the fact that he was more or less secluded in addition to having seen him nearly every day for years took away most of the difficulty. From her angle she couldn't see the one-eyed woman, but it did look like he was having a chat with [i]someone[/i]. A friend? A girly, maybe? She always wondered what sort of folk interested the statuesque man. But it was more than likely some contact or another, maybe regarding their mission. Being close to the castle, someone was bound to know something worthwhile about Bloodleaves, aside from the fact that it was super spooky. 

[color=ed145b]"'Ay guys, look,"[/color] she said, nodding towards their teacher. [color=ed145b]"Who do ya think he's talkin' to?"[/color]