[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center]

Dareen caught the ale and returned her gaze the rest of the room, now taking occasional sips from the drink. Mug was a bit dirty, wasn't it? Didn't matter. Get what you pay for. As she faced away from the counter and scanned the room, her free hand's index finger slowly traced the markings on her thigh, her fingertip running across the cloth of her pantleg. She let her thoughts wander for a little bit, and was just beginning to let her guard down. The hulking armored figure next to her seemed to not mind- though generally people like him were in league with the Queen in Dareen's experience. Still, no reason to start causing trouble.

The bartender and the hulking figure were speaking Eryien, talking in hushed tones. Something personal, probably. Or something mischevious. Perhaps cooking up some nefarious plot. It was hard to tell. Still, it hardly relaxed her. Speaking common was a courtesy in a public place of business- especially one where travellers often met. 

Hypocrite, Dareen chastised herself. You of all people have no reason to complain of courtesy. How many people did you kill, without even being sure as to why? Did you give them common courtesy? Her eyes unfocused as she became absorbed in her brooding. Frustrated with herself, she leaned her arm back and set the tankard back on the counter. Unfortunately, distracted as she was, she misplaced the cup- it was less than half on the counter when she let go. Thus, it tipped off the wooden top and clattered to the floor, sending the alocohol this way in that and staining the wood. 

[color=c4df9b]"Oops."[/color] Dareen said blandly, concealing the turmoil underneath. Cooly as possible, she asked the bartender for a clothe. She grabbed the tankard and set it up on the counter, now almost completely empty. At least it gave her something else to think about. Now she could go back to worrying about her surroundings, rather than what loomed inside her.