Sylvaine took a deep breath and held it. The smells of drink and drunkenness, of joy and despair, and of hopes; both building and dashed, filled her lungs and made her nostrils tingle. Made her think of her father in his closing days. How he had lost command first of his company, then of his senses, and lastly of his body itself. Still, they'd had their share of love and laughs over the years. Until he started stealing from her to buy spirits, and tell her she was a cold cunt when she caught her, then finally forget about her altogether and mistook her for a prostitute. Happy days. 

Selling this poison to the populace in the guise of providing social arenas and means of liquid courage, and probably at a massive profit as well, was nothing short of genious. "Ah!" she exclaimed, flashing her companion with her friendliest smile and sweeping the room with an outstretched arm, "Civilization!".

She surveyed the room and its inhabitants. The robed men looked boring to her, not worthy of her attention. The rich man could have been a target, but he was already being worked on and Sylvaine didn't feel like competition at the moment. The trio of happy adventurers were of course intriguing, but happy often meant content, and content was hard to work with. The loner at the bar, on the other hand, seemed more her mark. Despairing, perhaps desperate, and probably drunk in the bargain. Despair meant want, desperation meant carelessness and drunk could mean all matter of things, but Sylvaine had a knack for turning it into conformity. She would start there.

Cillian looked right at home, foreign features or no. Sylvaine imagined he'd probably seen at least as many taverns as her in his day, and had likely been booted out of less than half that she'd been. She could almost picture him, striding into the center of attention, striking up a tune or a song to enthrall the audience. Maybe if she got some drink in him he'd do it. That would certainly be worth a little silver. It was settled then. She turned once more to her companion. "You go ahead and find us a seat, darling, and I'll see about some food and ale" she said, and added, with a wink, "My treat, of course.". She then went for the bar and made her order, turning towards the dwarf and looking her best to look friendly and sympathetic.

[hider]Roll for Charm = 5 + 1 = 6[/hider]

"Well met, friend" she said, giving the dwarf a searching but warm look, a sad smile on her face, "One of those days, is it?"