A flatterer. She could tell by the way he spoke, the way he led on, the way he opened the door for her. She barely refrained from rolling her eyes, as she went passed him. She didn't know what it was he wanted from her, but she was alert to the fact that he had only begun to follow her when she'd put her nimble fingers to good use in lifting coin. It meant one of two things. He was either working for someone, or he wanted something. Either way, she was wary.
She still refused to say anything as she walked straight past him, and leaned herself against the bar, crossing her right leg behind her left, and stretching it out behind her. Ehren ordered a drink quietly, a simple house ale, and once in her hands, she turned to face the man. She gave him a long, cold stare, before heading over to a corner booth and setting herself in.
She still hadn't lifted the hood from her head, but while she watched him make his way over and sit, it slipped back just enough to show wisps of dark brown hair framing her face, and a pointed little chin. She lifted her mug to her mouth, taking a slow pull on the drink, and then finally set it down and spoke.
"What do you want?"