"Embric and Aine," she rolled their names around on her tongue, committing them to memory. Perhaps on a day when she was not so annoyed, she would have a better conversation with them.

Pushing away from the table, she popped up out of her chair, "Well, I shall be on my way then." No thanks were offered the Dresmondi for the conversation, for he hadn't been very good company, in her opinion. Pinning both the Dresmondi and his dyr with one final look, she said, "I'm sure I will speak to you again sometime soon." Flipping her curls over one shoulder, she stalked for the door of the tavern.