Mysaren eyed Historia as she spoke, downing her own drink and sighing. Kid was sharing a lot of information to someone she just met. She heard the racket of the band behind her and rolled her eyes, starting to rub her temples. She was going to need a couple more drinks for this. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Mysaren. I was born somewhere and did a lot of things. It's not wise to start spouting life stories to people, kid. People will use it against you, you know. Hopes and dreams." She had done it before, and she didn't like it, not one bit.
She shrugged, looking down her cup to see if she had anything left. Nothing. She pushed her plate and cup to the side and spun around, leaning back on the bar. She knew about body language, and if she was going to last a minute in this place, then she would have to look confident. She noticed that the orc, maybe an ogre, was talking to some rat fellow and another man over somewhere else. There was also a lizard guy sitting next to her, blowing smoke all over the bar, smoke that made her feel a bit... weird. She swiped the smoke away with her hand and watched the rest of the bar carefully.