That’s the price of secrecy

Dora had traveled up into Arlathan to see Meg and deliver some spare parts for a reserve she created for Meg, simple ones that could snap in and out of the housing in Nairn's chest without the mechanic needing to be there, and drop off done, she had realized it was too late into the night to head back to her cottage outside of Kirkland, so she wandered trying to ignore some of the creepy trees that looked like people, before she heard something that caught her attention. She pushed her way into the bar about the time that Jenny and Screech had met in the alley way, shaking her head at the song -- one she had heard before, but not from Ruth's lips before -- he did have a nice singing voice, she'd give him that, but from the raucousness of the bar, she figured everyone was nice and inebriated, but she wasn't exactly keen on the way the story of Jenny and Screech went, as she made note of the table the man calling up to Ruth was.

Stopping by the bar, she ordered three mugs of beer, and a pitcher to boot, gathering all hour handles in her calloused hands, used to the heft of a hammer or an axe, the beer was simple for her to carry along, making the table about the time that the men converged on the table both again, an eyebrow raised somewhat as she set the mugs and pitcher down, Didn't think I'd find anyone I knew out in this bar tonight, but well met gentlemen, I've brought beer.

This was either going to be a good night of drinking, or she was about to get fussed at, either way, she had her beer, that she raised up and drained, wiping the froth of the pour away from her upper lip with the back of her hand, the appreciative sigh rising from her as she set the mug back down to the table top.

@Ruth Yoesif
@Horus