Mina reappeared in the common room a short time later to find the
rabble nearby had quieted somewhat. She had the cloak draped over one
arm and a peice of bread (leftover from her meal) in hand. She muched
at it while drying her hair with her other hand and a towel the
innkeep had given her. The tunic and pants looked cleaner, and the
grit had been removed from under her fingernails. Anyone close enough
would catch the scent of lavender.
She set the cloak down on the bar and a muffled "clank" escaped it's
folds as something heavy hit the bar with the fabric. Mina paid it no
mind and finished her bread before crossing the bar to place the damp
towel on the hearthstones, as she'd been instructed.
On her way back across the bar, Mina caught sight of one of the
aforementioned rabble who seemed a bit more about his wits than his
companions...
this is probably only because he was the only one not fiercely
interested in the roach stuck on its back on the table.

All the same, on the way back across the bar, she gave him a short bow
and a shade of a smile crossed her face. As much greeting as Mina
could manage without words- after all, she'd hate to drag the boys'
attention away from the poor bug.

--- In fourwindscrossing@yahoogroups.com, toriff <no_reply@y...> wrote:
>
> A party of drunks had been rabble-rousing with loud voices but went
> quiet. They had ignored the newcomer's entrance.
>
> One person was noticeably not drunk. His nickname was Riff. He was
> twenty years old. He had short brown hair with worldly blue eyes and
> no facial hair whatsoever. His full height was a few inches short of
> six feet tall.
>
> He was bored of his mates' loud discussion. He leaned back in his
chair
> and curiously looked around the inn.