Lucrezia
Lucrezia had entered the inn last, in order to get a look in under the arm pits of her much taller companions before the clientele could get a good look at her. What she was wearing was good cold weather clothing of the outwardly waterproof sort. In the forest the appearance of this had turned dark and unobtrusive, the better to blend in and not attract attention. At the gate, its appearance had shifted once more, on account of her magic, to appear as conservative noble looking travelling garb. On the threshold of inn, it changed yet again, this time form-fitting, light and colourful, with a pretence of being transparent in some places.. the apparent material light silks, lace, gave the appearance of having been patterned in their weaving and not embroidered. Indeed she had the look of a rich someone dressed for the Opera in the big city. The irridescent thrush, coloured like a bird of paradise, flitting around her does lend her a fairy princess vibe.
She got some looks, not just from her apparent choice of travelling garb, nor on how she moves, which some might describe as 'hipswaying on rails' but on account of her being somewhat otherworldly in appearance, yet in a way that precluded either fey or celestial origin. Lucrezia was ever at pains to open with her exoticism at the least opportunity. However, given the company her exoticism was no more exotic than her travelling companions.
Lucrezia's ambivalence, as visible up to the threshold as it had been throughout their passage through the woods, on account of its nameless, utterly elusive observor, only now changes. Judging from her previously verbalised thoughts on the matter, which she had repeatedly taken no pains to conceal, she could not decide whether was iredeemably irritated by the elusive presence or undeniably intrigued. Now however, the intensity of the lines of her eyebrow, pursed lips and jawlines tranmutes into something much more warm and welcoming, though still with a heavy lidded dangerous to it.
Sitting down, she swivelled her 'behind' this way and that on the bench, mostly to take a good look around, but also to give the clientele time to get a good eyeful of that 'bendy like you wouldn't believe' swivel. The bard caught her eye, just as the Innkeeper talked of her hips and back being in need of attention. She's not alone there so I'll get right on that, she thought to herself, amused by the innkeeper's timing.
She eyed the massive half orc before turning her gaze to Killian.. "I think your big boy credentials are under threat from the local competition", she purred in her low, husky, breathy contralto,.... not the voice of a girl you'd bring home to meet mother. She was, in this respect, characteristically gently teasing Killian... just to show she cares. She followed this up with an amused wink, just for good measure.
"The beer, the stew and a room for five silver pieces if you please.", she replied to Lieder's query, in the kind of efficient communication she employed when dealing with arrangements and not things such as emotions, needs etc. Those who know her can see she is positively itching to get closer to the bard.