"Hello Bella." Zev calls from where he is huddled in front of the inn. New faces- not that he has time to learn everyone here just yet but she seems the particular brand of vexed that the few newcomers he's seen so far all share. Certainly she is wearing on her face what he felt when he hauled himself out of the fountain. Red which- he envies more than a little. His own violet scrubs are hardly flattering but there isn't anything for it until he finds someone willing to trade- but he does have to admit it looks lovely on her. "There is a free meal available inside- but not ale, alas. It seems that despite the weather and good reason such drink is difficult to find."

His heart weeps for the lack of good Antivan wine and Brandy. One day he might con someone into producing a bottle but- it will not be the same.