[color=fff79a]Y'Vanna looked over the rim of her horn as she was interrupted by the sailor. She had had a full two horns already, and was nearly entranced by the flickering flame that danced wildly about in front of her. The tavern was bustling with conversation that fell as a chaotic backdrop to his words. She looked up to see him standing there, propped against the chair. She found him to be fairly handsome, and he seemed quite comfortable for the company of strangers...

[color=f7941d][i]"Aye, ye heard right if you heard it from Percy."[/i][/color] she said, trying to furrow a brow and sound as stern as possible. [color=f7941d][i]"I don't believe I know ye. I hope you'll pardon me if I don't take keen to strange folk."[/i][/color] 

She peered at him over her horn with the best inquisitive and untrusting face she could muster, in an attempt to hide the fact that she couldn't help but want to be his friend. Maybe it was the way he said it, or the way he had perched himself nonchalantly at the end of the table as if it were like he was the guest of honor. There was a presence to him... and it was a likeable one. [i]Best she not show it.[/i]

[color=f7941d][i]"Percy is a decent judge of character though, so if he sent ye then I guess ye be good enough for a seat at the table." [/i][/color]she said, affording him the slightest of smiles. [color=f7941d]"Mind you leave your cutlass to it's lodgings and pull up a seat. I'm sure you'll be wanting to hear all about it, and over a few bouts of the grog we'll get to it, no doubt."[/color]

She didn't want to be giving a complete stranger all the details just yet, not before feeling this new fellow out a bit more. That and she didn't want to have to repeat herself any more than she had to but she knew she'd had to give him something to chew on, at least until the others arrived. Lord Vargas would be around at some point to put his two cents in, [i]or take theirs out[/i]...[/color]