Closed [Rearing Stallion] Listen and learn

[Tallen]

75th, Summer, 513 The red and white sign is a welcome sight to her. She came here most days, not for the ale or food but the people. From the seedy individuals with their eyes on the off duty knights, to the drunken few who begin rambling on with exaggerated stories of their achievements. She has even began to pick up new languages simply by sitting and listening as someone spoke to her of their people. She speaks only when it is needed or to initiate the stories. Every visit is interesting in it's own way. This visit she steps into the tavern trying not to draw too much attention to herself. She isn't one who will stand out in a crowd. Her shoulders are slightly more broad for a female, and under her loose fitting clothes, her body is toned from daily routines made to strengthen her arms. Her hair is dark and cut close to the scalp, if needed she could simply pass as just another male. She quickly scans spotting a table near the opposite end of the fireplace. She takes a seat and with a drawn out sigh, relaxes. Her hands cross over each other on the table top, and her chin rest on them. She stares at the dim lantern on the table, her dark eyes reflect the flame. And she begins to listen. She hears a few patrons from the tables around her. She can make out a few words. Something about needing more ale. Nothing very interesting to most people, but to her it's a entertainment. She tries her best to hear inflection and tones that imply different emotions. Needing more ale could be a few things. Perhaps he isn't drunk enough, perhaps he has had a hard days work and wants to win down, or perhaps his love just left him and he is in a stump and wishes to wash away his sorrow. You have to listen to find those, and learn what tones mean what.