Wen Qing doesn't frequent the tavern as often anymore as she did in the early days, when every new day had her convinced that today would surely be the day when she finds a way home. Now she is more likely to visit when she wants to meet a friend.

Tonight, though, is one of these nights that she is here on her self-appointed task and so she looks around for new faces while she waits for the innkeeper to pour her a mug of the ale which she keeps being told is an acquired taste.

Her eyes almost pass over the blond man as he doesn't stand out for his manner of dress or speech, but then she catches sight of the maps in front of him. Now this is interesting.

With her dubiously enjoyable drink in hand, she walks over to his table. "Excuse me, sir? I couldn't help but notice the maps. Are you a traveler?"