As they entered she could feel the obvious stares once again that seemed to follow her people everywhere. Ignoring the feel of eyes with her usual poise and cheerfulness, she walked towards the bar. Currently, the bartender was busy pouring drinks to two men sitting at the far end. The firedancer with her was carefully composed though some looks that she was getting made the Sentinel step carefully closer to her. Patiently, Dareshta placed an arm on the bar, her fellow Wanderers slightly behind her, as she waited for the tender to notice her. At least then he could point her in the direction of the owner so she could as if a performance at the inn could be arranged.