Another newcomer joined, and Sonia was slightly taken aback by how the conversation developed. Truth to be told she had not much to say about the logging business, and felt a bit relieved that this fellow commented on Robert's merchandise. 

Shifting her attention to something else, the demoness glanced at a metal signboard hung in front of a large wooden building not far. It reads [b]Whistling Reed[/b]. 

The men were still chatting, and Sonia did not interrupt until the newcomer introduced himself and then directed the question to Sonia. 

[color=39b54a]"And you as well, ma'am."[/color]

[color=ed145b]"Sonia Al-Hathya. Glad to meet you." [/color]

After some nodding, this fellow named Arthur excused himself to head toward the town hall. Considering that there would be better circumstances to exchange pleasantries, Sonia said nothing and turned to wave her hand. 

They stood at the inn's entrance now, and the first thing that caught her attention was that redhead adventurer leaning on the counter and chatting with the bartender. Instinctively Sonia entered the establishment and looked around as she walked, and noticing that they too looked at her like there was something odd about her presentation. Sonia had grown accustomed to it and paid the ogling gentlemen no heed. For what was worth, this was... a human civilization; it was funny how years working in the wilderness could make a trip to an inn a fascinating experience. 

Sitting on one of the stools at the counter next to the redhead. Sonia waited until there was a pause in their seemingly important conversation. The adventurer girl had made some initiative it seemed. Sonia heard her asking about the missing Lady.  


[color=ed145b]"Good day!"[/color] the hunter said, trying not to intrude too abruptly. [color=ed145b]"Any vacant room left?"[/color]