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While Maeve was polite enough not to look at the large man directly or at least make it so it would be almost imperceptible she was looking at him, it became quite obvious not only for herself, but to almost everyone inside the inn that he was quite an... exotic individual. The audible scraping made it even more obvious that he used to have two horns on his head and his scarred face gave him a tough appearance. It also made it even more strange why he specifically asked to be served something other than ale.

Other than the massive, bald, horned man, Maeve noticed when the innkeeper mentioned that the dancer, Madame Valia would stay at that very inn until things became calmer. It would be a good chance for Maeve to ask a few things not only about the city, but about the traditional dance that she was also curious about. 

[color=6ecff6]"Oh, so she is staying here? It would be interesting to meet her and talk a little once she rested a bit."[/color] Maeve said, turning to the large innkeeper with a discreet smile.

It didn't take long until the innkeeper's daughter came back from her task. While she did mention Madame Valia would soon arrive, she also said that there was going to be a small expedition to look for both the missing girls and the people who were responsible for the kidnappings. While she didn't really mention that she wanted to go, her father saw through her, immediately prohibiting her to go.

[color=6ecff6]"Oh, don't worry about it. There is nothing wrong in a father worrying about his daughter!"[/color] Maeve said, with a giggle after the exchange between father and daughter and the innkeeper apologizing for it. IT was honestly refreshing to see a father worrying about his daughter.

[color=6ecff6]"I would have no problems in helping but I'm not sure if I would be ok going to the desert with this heat..."[/color] Maeve said to the girl with a chuckle. 

[color=6ecff6]"Do you know when said expedition will depart? The desert temperature is much better for an Isoli at night."[/color] she asked, curious. Depending on her answer she would volunteer herself. After all, Maeve didn't want to further stress Madame Valia by not letting her rest even after all that happened. She was sure she would have more than enough time to talk once after she was well rested.