The tavern was loud in a sort of way that a person wouldn't really notice unless they began actually listening. It tumbled over the ears in a quiet sort of din, though it was far from being as busy as any tavern in one of the larger cities. The people were as familiar to one another as the wenches were to the nethers of the young men, and the drunks to the handles of their mugs. It was a comfortable place, watching over the Long Road, the road that touched the continent to nearly every corner with its branches. Any and all were welcome and welcomed warmly by the people of the small village sprawling behind it, who made their trade with their fruit trees. Pyrell had chosen the comfortable little place sheerly from being too damned tired to walk any farther. She bought a room, and then a cup of ale and a loaf of bread, and after a thought, some stew. Sleeping in a warm bed would be better with a warm belly, and she was starving anyhow. The stew was excellent, a nice dark stew with bits of beef, carrot, potato and apple, and it wasn't long before it and the loaf of bread were joined within her stomach. Sitting in the corner, she took small drinks of her ale, enjoying the warmth in her stomach and the sweet drowsiness coming over her. A few males approached her, offering her more drinks, hoping, perhaps, for a time with her under the sheets, and she turned all of them away, not feeling up to the exercise. Long, lean Pyrell sat in the corner of the tavern, watching the goings-on of the commoners. Her red hair was still dull thanks to the fake dark color she had regularly painted it, but it was thankfully coming out. She found it refreshing to have the short locks that framed her vision to be again the natural fiery red, the red that sent into hiding the everyday colors she encountered. Not the dull, boring black she had kept for the past year and a half in disguise. She could not travel places unnoticed being such an obvious foreigner from across the Long Sea. The slender woman's thoughts of home pause as the atmosphere within the tavern shifted, once, curiously and tense, and then back again, and everyone sat easily in their seats once more, muttering about clouds, not sure what had just occurred, or maybe had failed to occur. Pyrell chewed on her bottom lip, seeing as how there wasn't much to the top lip, and nearly white brown eyes looked into the groups and multiples of people sitting around the room, wondering herself what had just happened.