[h3][b][i][color=b3c0ef][center]Persephone[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=b3c0ef]Location:[/color][/b] Crossed Swords Inn and Tavern
[b][color=b3c0ef]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Lucan[/center]

[color=b3c0ef]"Fair enough,"[/color] Persephone answered lightly, not pressing Lucan with any more questions. He had avoided answering her as to his reasons for being in town which, as she had told him, was a fair response. Seph was honest and forthcoming, but she did not expect everyone she met to be the same. Her worldly experiences taught her that people often had a great deal to hide, and it also taught her that not all of it was harmful. 

Indeed, she had not told him the entirety of what she'd been doing in town, what she did in every town she visited of late, because it was a personal matter close to her heart, one that had little to do with the lives of these people. Her intentions in questioning Lucan had merely been to try to discern if meant any ill will towards the people of the town, whom Seph had a fairly good impression of. Of course, he would not likely tell a woman robed in white if his intentions were wicked. At least he had not lied to her. His omission of an answer would earn him a watchful eye, and no more.

Figuring she'd lingered on the subject of Lucan's activities long enough, Seph's eyes wandered to the man with the impressive hat wandering the floor of the tavern, not-so-subtly eavesdropping on anyone he saw fit. She had not yet had the chance to speak with him, nor did she know what he did around Salarn. It seemed an odd thing, though, to simply go around listening to conversations without involving himself.

[color=b3c0ef]"What do you make of that one?"[/color] she asked Lucan, lifting a finger from her mug to point briefly at the man. [color=b3c0ef]"The one with the rotund hat."[/color] She took a long drink of her ale, wondering why he wore such a thing indoors.