Rilolia entered with a look of absolute displeasure. Taverns never really went along with her, especially given her more frequent abrasive and honest personality in Talze Uterra. Many a stories she had to tell of how one off-hand comment to another individual in a tavern landed her in deep trouble... at least until she was chased outside and the pursuers faced the might of Dead Gear, who was always patiently standing out there. The consumption of alcohol in mass amounts, and stuffing one's face with questionably prepared foods always disgusted Rilolia, though at times she figured it had a lot to do with her status as a noble vampire. If she were anything but, it was unlikely such opinions would be held.

Rilolia had learned to simply play it cool in places she would otherwise burst out into slander with. Think about nice things. Happy things. It was hard to tell she was even trying given her apathetic glances at the men and few women situated in tables within the establishment, though. Tracing her eyes over the occupants, she caught Chad's eye and picked up her slow gait to a brisk walk, hoping to avert attention away by portraying herself as someone the 'locals knew', though she wasn't sure Chad was exactly any less a stranger to the island's natives.

"Yo," she opened up, sliding herself into a rickety chair at the table. Her senses caught a familiar whiff, and prior to sitting she heard that oh-so notable "We" from an equally familiar voice. Rilolia darted her head to the side, only catching the back end of Yazulayne's new get-up, unable to properly identify her. "Wa- was that...?" she asked Chad, pointing to the barmaid.