Lucrezia
Lucrezia eyes the newcomer lazily, clearly nowhere close to the edge of her seat. She sips on her beer. The sip seems to impress, for along with raised eyebrows and a generally pleased expression, followed by a saucy wink to a local that is eyeing her, she purrs.. "Man that hits the spot better than a stake. You could get hammered on that."
Clearly a lover of layering meaning, especially humorous undertones, into anything she says. She eyes the newcomer once more. After a few moments of continuing silence, she shrugs lazily and rising from her chair, beer mug in hand, she adds.. "Well, it's been emotional, but I have to go see about a girl."
She walks, though hipswaying strut would be a more apt description, in the direction of the female bard. She had a mind to get a closer look at the runes she could barely see. A strong bard in a crowd was more dangerous than a half ogre with a two handed hammer.
She smiles lazily at the bard as she gets closer, then opts to simply stop twelve or so steps from being in her face and regards her with her dark, dark eyes.
It is at this point that she seems to concentrate, as if listening closely to the music.
OOC: Divining, out to a range of 120' for the presence of magical auras, aberrations, outsiders, wounds, hurts, bleeding, incorporeals, who is phyically the most hale and hearty and the least, who is the best armoured and least armoured, the presence of extreme desires (in particular those whose interest is focussed on her and those at her table), a generalised idea of the movement through the Tavern in the last 5 hours, not forgetting the presence of portals and signs that anyone has teleported in our out.
The various extradimensional spaces impinge on her senses, hers and those of her long time companions. She ponders the other information she recieves as she works her senses through the divination checklist. She looks around, tapping her feet to the tune adding the information she is recieving in a mundane fashion to that obtained from magic.