Sionnie sit anxious in wait for the Gnome as he appeared with staff in hand and no doubt had taken measures to keep sionnie from any kind of escape. However the plan was never to escape and the scrutiny on foolish, fed up Galawayn's face was simply priceless. No doubt he would try to make some kind of demands she was still ahead of him by two or three steps she thought. She was sitting at a small table right next to the fire place with the book in her lap and her weapons on the table sheathed and in the open. There was only on other seat across from hers and this part of the tavern was much calmer, much quieter. a cider of the kind she had stolen for his attention sat waiting near his seat. Of the entire seen what might catch anyone who new her even a little was her smile while she wait, it was not devious or cocky just pleasantly there and real enough to startle anyone.  the worst part was she was actually cute and held the attention of several men and wemon within the tavern..