Bridget
Inside the Inn
Bridget crossed her legs and sat at one of the smaller tables, sipping from a goblet and watching the man who had entered. He seemed blunt, as he did no sort of asking or such for his meal. A bit of a demand, if she were being outright. Though she supposed it wasn't her place to say anything on the matter, nor was it her place to have even noticed, but she couldn't help but feel a little upset about it. Supposing it was better to let it slide, Bridget picked a small bit of meat off her plate and chewed thoughtfully.
She thought about the last thing she had said to her father, the things she'd taken from his room, the bow and arrow that she had snapped on the way here... all the things of the past. Why she hadn't thought about what was in front of her, she didn't know. Maybe it was the fear of the unknown that she had, or the fear of death. She furrowed her brow, still picking at her plate. As she lifted her goblet, she noticed it empty.
"Cael?" she called as she approached the bar with her empty goblet, holding it out. "Would you mind filling me up?" Bridget asked, then stumbled a bit, catching herself on the man who she'd heard was called 'Jasper'.
"My goodness, I am so sorry!" she gasped, steadying herself and brushing herself off as she set the goblet on the bar itself.