Bardic music threw the room into a rhythm, backed by lively chatter and clinking of froth-spilling mugs. Only three tavern wenches appeared to be working, one behind the bar and two serving the eight tables in the place.
By the bar, Ben was already leaning an arm on the table, talking to the young woman with braided black hair. Jotou peered around. 'Some of them aren't looking, but most of them are… As if me and Ben look subtle. They're probs used to adventurers though.'
Jotou caught her foot tapping and her head bobbing in a rhythm. She searched for the source of the song; there by the side right by the wooden stairwell, were four musicians on string instruments and one with a flute.
The blonde squinted at the flutist who tapped her boots to her own song. "Jotou, guess what?" the bright red-armoured figure called.
'Chicken butt.' Jotou crossed her arms, "You got us a room?"
"That, annnd I've got plans tonight, if ya know what I mean," he nudged her shoulder with an elbow twice.
