A few meters away from the wagon stands a robed erwydra, her antlers noticeably popping through her hood. She glances over at the group carefully, analyzing them one by one as she breathes in the smoke from her pipe. As she lets it escape her mouth, she cleans the pipe and puts it away, then starts walking over to the tavern, Keeping one hand behind her back, firmly grasping her staff.
"Good evening." She says, confidently. "I noticed your little incident. I have to say, you've caused quite the impact, both good and bad. I'd watch my back if I were you, next time it's probably not going to be rotten vegetables what's going to be thrown at you."