The tavern was noisy that night, though it wasn't as bad as most nights were and for that, she had to feel grateful. The usual patrons were there; wayward travelers and bandits and nomads that had decided to indulge themselves with a few drinks of ale and trade stories of their adventures with whoever would listen. She could feel a few eyes on her, running up and down her body in bold curiousity and slight hunger, but she left it alone; as long as they didn't touch her, they could look all they wanted. A sigh left her lips as she brought a hand up to push dark red, wavy hair out of her ebony face, golden eyes flashing in the flicker of the torches set up around the tavern. She crossed one leg over the other with slight impatience, placing her chin in the palm of her hand as she looked over at her companion, another young woman that had actually convinced her to come to the tavern for a possible job opportunity. "Now your'e sure this is the real thing, Letty?" the golden-eyed woman asked her friend, narrowing her eyes suspiciously for the upteenth time. The woman named Letty rolled her own eyes at her and nodded, "Yes, Claradean, I'm sure this is the real thing. They showed me the money and everything." "I don't know why you referred them to me when you could have just taken them to the knights. They are always doing work like this, escorting and protecting," Claradean mumbled, sighing as she continued waiting. "I referred you because you're the best when it comes to this kind of thing, even better than the knights. The scholar will have no trouble with you around and you will be paid enough to just laze about for the rest of your life," Letty answered with a cheeky grin, nudging her friend in the shoulder, "Come on, I just thought you would find it interesting and fun. It seems like an adventure and you know how much you like adventures." Claradean rolled her eyes with a small smile. "Besides, the guy asking for protection is kind of cute, so...hey, you might have a little 'fun' if you know what I'm saying," Letty continued with a coy smile, laughing when her friend smacked her arm. "Where is this guy, anyway? You said George was escorting him here, right?" "Yeah, but you know George. Always wasting time for no reason and showing up late. He should be here any minute now."