Azure had settled into the back corner of a tavern. The town seemed all but a ghost town, she could sense the fear that lingered there. The bar keep was clearly troubled, he had been going through bouts of sobs for the hour she had been there. She almost felt a ping of pity for him, almost. She found that she had difficulty feeling empathy for those that were grown. She actually found it, on most occasions, hard to feel about anything but disagreeable. Her eyes snapped up as she heard the door the the tavern open. Her vibrant blue eyes fell on a fully armored man, undoubtedly another warrior. He seemed a bit too tall to be that of Connlaothian descent, most men of her country a bit shorter and stockier. She quickly assessed him, something she did almost subconsciously. She didn't see him as a threat, he was covered in metal, his weapons were metal, he wouldn't stand much of a chance in his armor or with the giant sword he carried. So she paid him little to mind. Her focus returned to the mug of ale in front of her.