Shady

"Passing through," she agreed, sitting down on one of the empty stools without an invitation. "You been up this way a while?"

"Mm." She took another step towards their table, deciding to give him a second chance. "I'll be alright."

"I can take care of myself." She cast an annoyed glance at him. Maybe she didn't want to talk to them, after all. If they were going to treat her ...

"I'm nineteen," Jerica said coolly, glancing over at her.

Jerica glanced at the rattling and then took a step closer to the table, deciding this was her in to chat with someone. "Good to hear."

Jerica glanced at him, gaze sharp and just short of a glare, then back at the rattling. A... goat? Gods, she looked stupid. She grunted and shoved her dagger back ...

Jerica's hand shot for her sword, then she realized she had -- stupidly -- left it in the room. She hadn't wanted to draw attention. She'd tucked a dagger into ...

(sounds good ^^) Jerica had shifted despite herself so that her back was firmly pressed against the wall instead of just a shoulder, certain that she'd be able to see ...

Jerica leaned against the wall, listening but still drinking. She was on a mission to forget her frustrations. And this was an interesting enough myth to keep her entertained as ...

She wandered up to the group around the storyteller, still sipping on her drink.

"Thank'ya." She nodded to him, picking the cup up and taking a drink. It was good. Strong. She turned slightly, still leaning against the bar as she glanced around the ...

She slid four across the bar.

"Oh." She hesitated. "Do you have stouts?"

She nodded her acknowledgment to him. "Rum, spiced."

Jerica pushed her way straight up to the bar right away.