The dancing girl, having finished aiding her allies in combat through her magics, had assumed a new form.  A girl with a bounty on her head had to take precautions.  She stepped out of one of the above room, following on the heels of a local farmer and accepted the small pouch of coin that she had earned.  Letting him depart she flipped at her teal blue skirts, ascertaining that they were hanging correctly and then  stared down from the balcony at the tavern proper.

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She was now a redhead, her eyes much more deeply limned in kohl and her eyebrows more arched than before.  Her hair swept backwards in a lion's mane of dark scarlet.  Idly she played with one of the many chains hanging from her outfit while she stared downwards at those newly arrived.  First was a large man of towering dark intent took a seat at the tavern's bar.  He was of interest to her, large powerful men who could provide protection were always of interest to her.  Then without any sort of warning he shattered his image of stoic resolute restrained violence with a foolhardy grin and a request for ale that could have been launched from a Jester's wand.

Then there were two figures, both masked, a rabbit and a fox.  They pretended not to have any connection but such strange arraignment, their similarities belied that.  Perhaps one was bodyguard for the other?  Or perhaps, the dancer considered, one was hunting the other in some sort of ritualistic fashion?  She had read and witnessed stranger things from faraway cultures.