As Sybil and Wyn lifted their arms, she glanced over feeling someone staring at them. Wyn knew she was as well, but he didn't particularly care what some centaur thought. Her wondering of the being was cut short, however, as both of them cringed at the sound that filled their ears, [color=crimson]"What in the actual hell?"[/color] she growled angrily. 
Wyn decided that was a good a cue as any to take up the barkeep on his invitation, coming in and looking around for a place for them to gain a moment's peace as he walked towards the bar, not realizing his young companion was still outside, investigating the source of the noise, [color=teal]"Whatever happens to be your strongest drink, I don't care what it is, I'll buy the whole bottle,"[/color] he said as he pulled his coin purse from within his sleeve, his scarred hands covered with gloves. He couldn't do much about the ones on his face and neck but he didn't want anyone getting the wrong impressions if they saw the rest of them.
Sybil walked towards the source of the noise and made a face of astonishment hearing the person saying to just let the poor thing die, [color=crimson]"And what makes you so high and mighty that you get to say such a thing?!"[/color], she put her hands on her hips as she looked at him, but she jumped as the Fleshspinner jumped up and was talking to the girl who had come to his aid. She had a vague understanding of what a Fleshspinner was, having glimpse at a passage of a book Wyn left open when sleeping one night. Books bored her, she much preferred to experience it anyways.  She wasn't afraid of he, she just hadn't expected him to get back up so quickly. She looked at the girl, wondering what he saw that made him change his conversational direction. Then she realized she was probably being rude by following a conversation she wasn't a part of, which lead her to realize she wasn't with Wyn. She turned to look at the tavern realizing he must have gone that way, and she got a cold chill down her spine, looking back the way they came into the wilderness. It was like something had been waiting for her to get separated, but she still wasn't alone so it couldn't act. She swallowed, glancing back towards the others, kind of curious as to the direction things would go, plus she didn't want to seem like a coward after challenging the guy on the horses's rude comments.