(I am genuinely at a loss on what to have her do, so apologies if this post reads a bit erratically!)
When she had pushed into the building, she had fully intended to catch the eye of the tavern maid and purchase a room in which to rest. Instead she found herself subconsciously heading towards the table with the abnormally cheery man and his companions, the same group Nemael had been paying mind before suddenly departing. She eyed every one of them critically as she approached, noting the distinct drunken flush every last person seemed to bear; eyes glassy as they were drawn into an increasingly deep stupor. Although she balked at the smell wafting from their breath as each took their turn in speaking, she kept her head low and maneuvered around the table. With each person she passed, she would briefly brush her talon'd fingers across fur, skin and scales, gauging what lay beneath the forced cheer or misery imposed by the freely flowing spirits.
It was not until she came upon the two essentially at the center of the gathering that her presence was suddenly noticed, all eyes turning towards her with an eerie clarity. Silverwing's breath caught in her throat, feathers smoothing down and her body subtly twisting to make her appear smaller. Unfortunately with her great stature, such a gesture did little to turn their attention away. She swallowed hard and quickly waved, as though attempting to excuse her presence. "I did not mean to distract you from your celebration--"
Some softened and turned away, though the two at the head only appeared to become more critical. The man's posture had become rigid and stiff, as though what he had consumed suddenly bore no effect on his mental faculties. The woman slightly off to his side appeared to respond similarly, though any sympathy that could be read from the man was completely devoid in her mannerisms. She appeared to be more acutely aware of what Silverwing had been doing when she passed around their group than he did, though she could not verify such thoughts just staring at them. "Ah..." She shuffled awkwardly, waiting for some sort of response as opposed to such dogged looks.
"Mighty curious, love." The woman suddenly spoke as the man simply bowed his head in agreement. His lips were twisted into a barely restrained scowl. "What brought you to our wee grouping?"
Clenching her fingers, Silverwing did not have time to think of a proper response. "I, ah, I saw that you were greatly enjoying yourselves as compared to everyone else here." She waved to the smaller clusters of towns people that still remained, breath hitching in her throat. She felt as though she were being surrounded by flames, these two penning her in before unleashing some hellish beast if she answered incorrectly. "I admit that I was curious and was hoping to join in the revelry? I'm... rather new to this town."
It took every last ounce of her will not to stutter through her words, though her comments did not seem to go over well with the two. They exchanged a quick look between one another before the man gave her the most venomous look she had ever seen. Lifting her hands in a placating gesture, she slowly moved away with a sheepish grin. "I apologize for interrupting--"
"Keep going around like that tonight, it will be bound to take your life," he suddenly snarled. "Don' interrupt us again."
Cracking a nervous laugh, she bowed her head in agreement and fully backed away. Once she felt she was a safe distance, she snuck around to the stairwell and climbed the first few steps. Sagging against the wall, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "The things I do for information," she murmured. Closing her eyes, she slid down the wood until she came into a seated position. Her wings stretched with her arms as she laid one across the rail, leaving the other to rest on her lap. "Spirits."
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