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Maybe it was worse for her as loud noises always made her uncomfortable. Such as when the door bursted open to reveal  creature in colors she had only seen on the clothing sold in stores and spilled blood. [@Varicke] Before, or at least she would think, the creature could spot her she was under the table once more. 

From her spot she muttered to her self some encouraging words. Peaking at the creature before revisiting her seat. 
Instantly feeling eyes upon her in which she searched the tavern for. The man again was there at the bar. Staring at her with the gaze of a hawk. Her smoke filled eyes hazily gazing around the rest of the slowly crowding tavern. Covered up by ashen fur and heavy woolen garments. Soft plumes of greyed blonde curled infront of her face limiting what he could see of it. 

Shattering of glass caught her attention from the man. Making the petite girl jump slightly. An short squeek a companing her moment of fright. Seeing it not something to be harmful her gaze drifted back to the walls of the tavern. A certain enchanting charm that kept her from making a dash to leave when ever frightened. Seemed to line them as she slowly forgot why she came here first off and instead started on about disipearing wolves and the man at the bar. 
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