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Nayala watched the people who came in and out of the Bronze Claw from afar. She listened to the conversations coming from the table where her Captain sat, and several others. She had finished her plate and scraped it clean with her fork, and this was the best she felt all day. She ran her fingers through her hair as she leaned over the table and sighed, closing her eyes. A bath would not go unthankful. She brushed her hair back and let it fall behind her head, baring her face and neck. But it seemed that it slowly crept its way back, and fell around her face again, framing her gentle features. Nayala smiled and looked at a strand of her hair before snapping out of her daze and walked to the bar with her plate.
"I'd like to pay for this please," she said and smiled at the man behind the counter.
"15 pieces please ma'am."
"Here you go," Nayala said. "Oh, and could I have a bottle of summer wine please?"
"Certainly," the man answered and handed her the bottle. He gave her a smile and told her the price of it.
It made her feel more welcome than she had expected of this place. A reminder that even in war, not all things are what they seem. Once she had paid for it, she took it and went back to her table and sat down. Nayala poured a glass and stared at the wine, deep in thought. Mirryv, the awkward Drow girl came inside and went straight for her room. Not a word, not a glimpse. Nothing. Nayala was curious about her. Was she going to stay like this the whole trip? The half-breed woman stopped herself short. Trip... that sounded like they were on holidays. Like they were just going to visit someone. A deep sigh and a frown appeared on her face as she was reminded that they were at war, and that they could all fall in the pass tomorrow. Who knew what was up there? Who knew what was going to happen?
She tuned in on the table not far away and listened to them talk, looking over there when they didn't see. There was a Halfling, a Nagi, Grubeck inquiring as to where all the war machines were, Asch and an Elf. She couldn't help wondering where Lysander was, now that she hadn't seen him for a while. This Elf though, Jaren she heard his name was, looked the likes of a mage. At least Nayala thought so, and she was rarely wrong. She was good at this. Before she knew it, she had taken the bottle and moved towards their table.

"May I sit?" she interrupted and stood behind a chair, waiting for a reply. She looked directly at Asch, awaiting her reply. It was her own way of showing respect and letting her know, that she trusted Asch as her commanding officer. Nayala closed her eyes for a second and opened them again. Her now blue eyes were tired. They were glowing their bright blue again and that meant that her nightsight was improving. All of the Drow people had better eyesight at night. But in here, in the Bronze Claw, only the candles lit up the dark, and that could confuse her eyes sometimes. The food had done her good and she felt more in the mood to sit down and talk to her brothers (and sisters) in arms. Even if it meant that they were going to have a drink or two. Nayala was just happy that she wasn't the only woman.