As Mergoux made her way into the crowded tavern, she was aware of all the eyes upon her. She was a stranger, what's more she was a notable one. Her spiked helmet was obvious, but necessary. As she pushed her way to the bar, she saw a man get up and move towards her. She knew exactly what he was going for, but as soon as he 'accidentally' bumped into her, he cried out in pain. Instead of a handful of coins or a ring or whatever else the pickpocket was going for, all he received for his troubles were several broken fingers. He yanked himself away from Mergoux and swiftly burst out through the Inn's door, all eyes now on the warrior. 

[color=green]If any of you other pricks want a go, let's get it over with so I can have my drink.[/color] she snarled. Most of the patrons quickly turned back to their drink, the tall woman's cold stare driving off any who felt confident enough to approach her. 

At last she reached the bar and ordered an ale and boarded a room for the night. "Money up front." said the barkeep firmly. [color=green]And have you rent my room to someone else while keeping my money?[/color] Mergoux said while counting out coins from a small purse she carried on her hip. [color=green]No, half now and half later.[/color] she said, pushing the coins across the bar to the barkeep. Grudgingly he accepted her proposal and counted out the money, only to pause in confusion. She'd overpaid, even accounting for the drink this was significantly more than half. "Ma'am you-" he began, only to be cut off. [color=green]Shh. What can you tell me about the hanged man?[/color] she said, her voice lowering drastically to avoid what prying ears she could.

~Half an hour later

Mergoux stood in the gentle drizzle, watching with narrowed eyes as the dark-skinned, young woman approached the two Raven Knights. It appeared that the two were going to dig up the grave, examine the corpse. She'd been beaten to it and it pissed her off. Well, if there was no beating them, then perhaps she could at least listen in on their conversation. Moving closer slightly, she lingered withing earshot, pretending to be looking for a grave, not so much as offering the trio a glance, but keeping her ears out for trouble or information, whatever came first.