She enters and takes a seat near the fireplace. The rain has dampened her clothes and made her spirits melancholy. She raises a finger when a wench sees her and asks for some freshly squeezer orange juice and hot bread. Looking around she sees a few recognizable faces and some unfamiliar ones.
Feeling somewhat zombie-ish Hunter sluggishly enters, slowly pulls aside a chair and sits. Breathing a sigh he calls for an ale and slurps on it as though it were fine wine. Looking around he sees people 'happier' than him or more 'alive'. Somehow death has visited him far too often.
Shaking her head she replies to Hunter, "You should be grateful that's all she is asking of you, it could be worst." She grins while propping her feet on the table.
"!" She can't help but laugh out loud, despite her sobriety. "What, so you men can slay beasts, but complain like children when a woman asks you to act civilized?" The premise was hilarious.