Kaliska’s ears, primed for whatever entertainment the pair bickering by the fire may provide, caught the creak of her room’s door down the hallway and knew her companion had risen. She had already plunked down additional coin on the bar, motioning for a second mug from the suddenly busy maid manning the counter by the time Lord Light had joined them. She turned to see the surly man all but stomp into the room, cloaked in a carefully crafted aura of menace, his hand hovering pointedly above his weapon. She grinned a welcome when he entered, tapping the stool next to her invitingly. He paused, assessing the room and seemed to reach the same conclusion she had about the collection of, if not harmless…. at least currently non-threatening customers. When he had sat next to her she leaned over and whispered conspiratorially. “The guy by the fire is heckling the elf, I was hoping she’d have a little more life to her but she’s boring” She frowned as she turned her head slightly, others would likely think she was just shifting in her seat for a better view of her friend, but her shift and brought the dickering pair into her peripheral where she watched them for any additional discourse. “Maybe with a little more of a push she would be … more entertaining?” She added impishly, her hands idly tracing the handle of her mug.