Sarianna offered the usual chatter, though at times she look towards the door as if her words had somehow been overheard. She was curious about where you had all come from, but not overly so - it was simple interest in the goings on in a world she once belonged.
"I guess you must have known the professor well to come all this way . . not many have." Her voice trailed off somewhat. "Our paths never crossed that much but he was a decent enough fellow."
"Not at all like that Zokar over at the Laughing Demon . ." Sarianna added, with perfectly pitched outrage. "His specialty - Corpse Chowder - always seems to be served in huge portions right after unpopular merchants 'leave town' never to be seen again. If Zokar ever invites you into the Demon's back room for a complimentary taste of that evening's chowder watch out!"
"Now . . is there anything else I can do for you to make your stay more memorable?"