The woman looks Colmarr over once more then seems to come to a decision. "He was here, last night, but he didn't stay." Her face takes on a concerned cast. "Ben's not in any trouble, is he?"
At the table where the crew is sitting, Naomi stands next to Magyar. "I'm glad you found us again, Grondar. We missed you."
A young slip of a girl, maybe sixteen, comes bouncing down the stairs at the back of the inn. She's wearing a light blue summer dress and humming a merry tune. Long brown hair falls in ringlets around her shoulders, framing a heart shaped face. Her pale blue eyes go wide in surprise when she spots the large group of men gathered in the inn, and her mouth makes a round oval. "Oh!" she says, startled.
"Eloise, close your mouth before you catch flies. Where are your manners, girl? Can't you see we have guests?"
Eloise approaches the group of men slowly, her head bowed demurly, and glances out at them from beneath long, dark lashes. She bobs a short curtsy when she reaches the table. "Good morn', gents. How may I be of service?"
