The trip back from Redcliffe had taken entirely too long in Æolyn's opinion. It seemed longer than the one from Denerim to Lothering, but that could have also been because she was just about at her wits end. At least when she left Denerim she had an idea of what she was going to do, but now she was running out of options. None of her father's clients had heard from him in a few months but wished Lyn luck in searching for her parents. She didn't need luck right now, what she needed was direction. Luck wasn't going to tell her where to go next. For now, however, she was content with being in a familiar city where she knew where to find a bed to rest in and food to fill her stomach. She was famished from her two day journey back from Redcliffe. She had decided not to stop and was suddenly regretting that decision.
Entering the familiar tavern, she scanned the occupants quickly, trying to find a decent place to sit. She didn't feel like being sociable with anyone at the moment, so sitting anywhere near the loud party of off-duty guards next to the fire was out of the question. Unfortunately, it seemed like everyone else had the same thought and the only other open seat was one near an obnoxiously loud drunk. Taking a deep breath and weighing the lesser of two evils, Lyn made her way for an open table next to the guards, choosing to sit in the farthest seat from them. Leaning her elbows on the table, she put her head in her hands and took some deep calming breaths. She'd been gone from Denerim for just over a month and so far had found nothing. She had no leads and no idea where to go from here. The only other thing she could think to do would be to seek out her father's Dalish clan and see if they knew or had heard of anything. Her heart tightened at the thought of seeing all her friends again and the possible chance of seeing him again, but she didn't dwell on it for too long. At that very moment, her stomach let out a raucous growl that, because of the loud guards and other drunks, only she could hear. Frowning slightly, she looked up to see if she could find a barmaid and place an order.
Just as she was about to get up, she caught the gaze of a young woman having a difficult time getting away from the drunks and she figured that was the person she wanted to talk to. The woman held up a finger to silently tell Lyn that she'd be there momentarily, so Lyn resigned herself to sit and wait while the drunks had their fun. Finally, the barmaid was able to slip out of their grasp and came up to her. "Evenin' miss. What can I getcha?" she asked, being overly perky. Usually, Lyn could take any sort of personality but she was so tired and hungry now that she almost wanted to tell the maid to turn it down. "Uhm, just a pint of whatever ale you have and a bowl of vegetable soup," she said off handedly, shaking her head lightly as the girl wandered off.
Looking up once more she took an inventory of the room. Drunks aside, there was a decent amount of people there from what seemed like all walks of life. One couple that particularly peeked her interest was the tall blonde woman and the blonde dwarf. Such odd company, espeically since most of the dwarves that came to Lothering were merchants and didn't carry weapons, unlike this one. The woman seemed a bit out of place as well, all dressed up with finery in her hair, but who was Lyn to question them. If anything she was just curious as to who they were and what they're story was. People's stories often intrigued her and many times she would take to people watching in crowded rooms like this. Typically she didn't pick anyone in general to watch, but she felt that the story behind the woman and the dwarf was too good to pass by, so she focused her attention on them without looking like she was paying attention. That act was much easier once the barmaid brought her her order. Picking up her bowl of soup, she hid her face behind the rim and watched.