Ana closes her hand around the foot and holds in "nonchalantly" at her side. She looks up and wonders if anyone else can hear the chicken. In Orcish, "What are you looking at, Graan? Don't you have other people to find? Shoo." Graan seems only too glad to get away from whatever was screaming.
The chicken foot start to croak out, "Return m--"
"Hush," Ana hisses at the foot. "Not yet, not here." She heads for the back alley behind the tavern. She has to hush the foot a couple more times before it gets the hint. She looks into the kitchen. "Keira? Can I borrow the bath house again? I don't need the bath, just a quiet place to, um, meditate."
"I getcha, lass," Keira winks as she hands Ana the key, a saucy grin on her face.
"NO, no, it's not-- oh, um, sure, yeah, thanks." Ana winks awkwardly and takes the key. She goes into the bath house, locking the door behind her. She sets the foot down on a bench in the middle of the room. She almost whispers, "Now, don't scream and keep you voice low. Return you to whom? And who are-- what are you?"