She smiled, a little reluctant to see him go but not willing to try to convince him to stay just to see if she could get a little fun out of it.
Finishing and paying for her drink, Tara realized she didn't have quite enough coin to pay for a room. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair and moved to sit by the large hearth in the center of the back wall. Instead of her lyre, she pulled out a delicately carved flute and trilled a few scales to warm up.
That got some people's attention. She played a few more notes, then smiled, satisfied, and started to trill a simple little ditty, subtly setting her tin cup out again.