As she danced, she could feel the watchful presence of someone.. Of course, all eyes were on her as she moved around the makeshift stage, but the gaze of a Witcher was always had a distinct feeling behind it, not that she'd be able to describe it at all. Despite the presence of the Witcher, Elanil continued to use her magic in the playful way she normally does. She was of no threat to the Witcher and her intentions should be clear to him; which they thankfully were. 

Elanil heard a scream pierce the noise of the tavern, however her dance did not stop. Or at least, not for the moment. As though it was wonderfully timed, the bard's song drew to a close. She had noticed that the Witcher in the tavern had already left after brutally kicking the tavern door open. The wood splintered and cracked as it slammed against the wall. She couldn't help but flinch as the door was flung clean off it's hinges. Elanil didn't know if the scream was [i]that[/i] urgent to respond to, but it was certainly interesting to her. A heroic Witcher, perhaps?

The young sorceress waited as the bard collected his tips from the crowd. As the patrons dispersed to buy more drink, the bard approached Elanil with a warm smile on his face. Her lifted her hand and gave it a light kiss. "That was a wonderful performance, perhaps you'd like to travel with me? Of course, I'll split the earnings with you." His voice was smooth like silk, making his offer quite tempting. 

The dancer took half a step back as she brought out her parchment and quill, much to the Bard's confusion. She showed him the note that she wrote, [color=6ecff6]"I'm sorry, but I am just a simple girl who enjoys dancing to good music. I wish you all the best!"[/color], she gave him a warm smile as she put away the parchment. The bard simply nodded in acknowledgement, resuming his seat after she had refused the money. She bid him farewell with a bow and a small wave. The patrons expressed their displeasure as Elanil bid them farewell with a slight curtsy.

Now, it was time to follow after that Witcher. The young sorceress sensed the presences of other Witchers in the area as she drew near.. There was another with them? It wasn't a Witcher. Things were getting interesting. Elanil could see the small group surrounding what she recalled to be a Fleder.. Or was it a Fleder? What was it doing in daylight? How strange. The sorceress approached the group from a distance, sitting down on a rock not too far away from them, but far enough to show that she had no intention of participating. She simply decided to watch the conflict unfold. She came to the conclusion that the other woman was a sorceress. It was rare to see anyone other than Witchers and Sorcerers that acted with such disdain towards a massive Fleder.

Of course if it came after her, she wouldn't hesitate to kill it.