Meditation

[Anya the Bard]

Anyanka sits on top of one of the tables in the tavern, deep in meditation. She mutter's something under her breath. "Mine child, I vill find you again and ve vill be a family again...in zis life or ze next..." She takes a deep breath and sighs. She continues to meditate.  There is a piece of parchment on her lap with a sketch of an Orc child. Anyone who approaches her will smell heavy notes of sage and sandal wood.

[Capri Aquari]

Stepping out from behind his bar with an oversized stein in hand and a cloth strung over his shoulders, Capri stops nearby the table with the Aja upon it before quirking a brow.

"As much as ya'll be deep in yer thought-scape and such, It ain't all bein' smooth like to be dropping ya buns on the tables like that. Folk gots ta be eating and drinkin' from 'em so be good of ya to drop. A good ol' seating under the open sky be better fer head clearin' anyhow."

[Anya the Bard]

Anya peeks open one eye and looks over the Orc. After a moment she slides down off the table. "Mine apologies green one. I was trying to communicate with the spirits." She dusts off her skirt. "Mine name is Anyanka, what am I calling you?" She says extending her hand. She wears a ring on every finger and tattoos decorate her hand up to her forearm.

[Capri Aquari]

He shrugs a moment before letting out a chuckle, indulging in the sweet drink within his stein for a time. He speaks with a both jovial but stern tone.

"All up makin' the talk words with them spooky folk be fine, jus' don't up and be doin' that sort in my Bar. Been havin' enough jumblings with demons and spirits and such here so if ya'll don't mind takin' that such biz outside like I'd be most wickedly grateful. By in the by, I be the Brewmaster and Barkeep, Capri."

He brushes at his chin with his cloth before taking the time to shuffle back to behind his bar where a series of glasses and mugs were laid out. He begins to clean and shine them slowly with a hum.