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The fox-faced woman had spaced out for quite some time, still half listening if Clay spoke but mostly occupied with searching the tavern. She promptly choked on air at his words which then turned into a short coughing fit. Options, indeed.

She turned to look at the man when the fit subsided, silently regaining her composure and wondering whether to take him seriously or not. She also realised he may or may not have just offered a one stand.

Lavender couldn’t help but agree with what he said next. This certainly was an unpredictable place. Nothing she couldn’t handle, anyway. It was fun to watch all the chaos unfold.

She opted to not answer him by looking around, and this time she found three new rather interesting characters had entered the tavern. One blue haired fellow was currently engaging in conversation with another who had recently also made an appearance. The third, however, looked like they were hiding from someone or something (and had also slapped themself) She felt sympathy towards them, but nothing else more. Though it would be interesting to see a chase inside the tavern.

All of that, was perhaps to distract herself from the slight blush that appeared earlier she knew was still visible on her neck, and she quietly pulled her cloak higher and prayed to whichever deities existed above that nobody (especially Clay) spotted.