Well, unless you happen to be the new one around and very unsure of how to start.
Haia sat in a corner table, her bow and quiver rested on the chair opposing hers. She has a mug of apple cidar in her hand but has yet to let a single drop enter her throat, in fsct she looks like gloomy for someone in a lively place.
Haia's recent joining was one thing, but she being often not being in the Lair her presence is often unoticed, after all she did come into the Lair by sneaking on to a boat without being seen.
Haia stared into the bubbly golden liquid of her apple cidar, looking at her reflection, entering her own world.