She glanced up at the guy who had taken a seat fairly near to her. Well, this was better than being with about twenty people all talking at once. Her sword sheath was digging into her back, so she unstrapped it and lay it on the table. She ate some more, observing everyone. She wondered what would happen if that person attacked her... or that one... or that one. Shaking her head, she tried to turn to brighter subjects. This place was huge, cold and very, very noisy...