[color=0072bc][h2]Vala Lynstad[/h2][/color]
[i]In Light Company[/i]
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Vala didn't like thieves. They were cowards by nature, hiding behind their silver-tongued quips and imagined charm. A punch to the face usually wiped that stupid grin from their faces and while the Islander would want nothing more than that, the sudden change of events shifted her more baser instincts. 

[i]Boldy[/i] as that frivolous knight addressed that bolder creature that awkwardly bent over in the main room of the tavern. Vala eyed it with her arms crossed, appearing unimpressed unlike the others who had gathered here. The halfling was the first to exclaim amazement and spouted titles that meant nothing to the Marstal native. [i]Knight of the Rift?[/i] Clearly the bolder creature was the sigil of such an order and while the stone creature looked superficially intimating, the man did not as it appeared to Vala, this man hid behind this creature for exactly as he said 'his heavy lifting'. 

An quiet yelp was the next to distract Vala's brooding of thieves as she turned to where she heard the sound. An empty dusty shelf revealed no source of that sound but the sudden sensation of being watched was felt as Vala glared at the shelves with a suspecting gaze. She would have investigated a bit more beyond just a scanning gaze had it not been for another newcomer. Even though it was difficult to tell, the woman looked northern. Not where Vala came, by the gods no, but she was very reminiscent of a mainland northern with a fleece as white as snow despite being very young. 

The rest, quite honestly, didn't really matter much to the hardened veteran as each made small talk. Clearly her previous protests to the notion of transforming the inn had went largely unnoticed. She didn't care whether or not they heeded her words as the truth of the matter was, she wasn't the owner of this place anyway. She only raised that point to spite the thief playing bartender. If they wanted to waste their energy trying to repair this heap, then by all means, go ahead...

Vala sharply exhaled from her nostrils and turned to walk out to reclaim her lunch that she had dropped early. Bearing hardly a mind to the sweeping fool, the babbling idiots, and the strumming buffoon, as she slipped back outside and made the short walk to the treeline to reclaim her catch from the day. Two fish, two squirrels, and a sack of various harvested edibles that she had found. 

For a moment she thought she'd stay out here and carve her kills in peace but remembering that her stuff was inside still, it would probably be best if she kept an eye on them all. 

Returning back indoors she set up right by the hearth of the tavern, without so much as a word to the others, and pulled a dusty chair from the corner. She allowed her hatchet to return to her belt and drew her knife to begin skinning the squirrels, all the while staying alert to the others in the tavern.