The tavern wench was a bit taken aback when the girl suddenly began to say some very rude, and if not sad, things, the sound of apathy towards her own dead parents also a bit surprising. The story sounded completely unbelievable. Traveling the wilds of Ithelia at that age? Unplausible, not with all of the strange monsters or bandits wandering about. Still, the wench wasn't going to get angry. It wasn't dignified to get angry at patrons or people younger than her, her tone taking on a slight bit of a scolding nature. "Now now, no need to go making up stories, no matter what you may be feelin' about your parents at this age, its a bit wrong to say things like that. Also with everything that has been going on around these parts what with the..." 

Her tone dropped for a few moments, growing much more quieter as her eyes averted to the side a few moments, as if she didn't really want to say this. "Missing people... as of late, I doubt a young one like yourself could survive out there all alone. Anyway, you should get back to your parents soon, I bet they must be worried about you." After that the wench left the table, leaving her and Fiore to their own devices as she had other patrons to go serve and other duties to take care of, as the tavern was very busy after all.