The chiming sounds of alcohol filled glasses being toasted together, drunken shouts for request orders, obnoxiously off-tuned attempts to sing songs of the sea, and animistic and barbaric like merriment and joy; These were the sounds the highly popular and populated tavern in Adeluna. These activities however, were not what Ha Neul was quite here for. Past the obnoxious excuses for a song, and drunken merriment, there were other voices to be heard; the voices of rumors, the voices that spoke stories and legends of this land, both new and old. If one stayed enough hours, and payed enough attention, they would eventually find a multitude them. Taverns were not only a place of drunken rabble, but also a vast treasure trove of information and insight. Many stories were simply exaggerated lies, with an intention of boasting ones achievements over the crowd, whether those achievements were actually real or not. Others were tales filled with delusions of an unstable mind, whether by mental instability, or due to the effects of too much alcohol. However, other stories were valuable insight of the world, news from far distant lands, awaiting adventures and investigations, precious opportunities of gain. As the hours passed, the crowds of old would eventually leave, while crowds of new entered and took their place. If you stayed long enough, you also would eventually begin to hear the same or similar tales, simply from different mouths and different point of views. These similarities greatly helped in the deduction of fable from truth. However, the most interesting of these stories and gossips, were the legends. For most people around these parts, legends were simply fairytales for the interest of overly imaginative children, or the entertainment from the bards, passed down through generations and generations of long oral tradition. Every legend however, had its source somewhere. For legends commonly do not survive merely due to their poetic aspects alone, but also because in every legend, lies some sort of truth, however small. It was truth, which Ha Neul was here looking for. 

Sitting in an isolated round table in the back of the tavern, Ha Neul had strategically stationed her chair towards the direction of the tavern door. The reason for this, was so she could see the newcomers that entered the tavern, and those that eventually left the tavern. Another new face entered. A female. This face, however, did not have to attire and look of the common and numerous sailors of the tavern, nor the look of the common city folk looking to have a good time. No, she looked rather..'washed up'. She needed no booze it seemed like, for she already had seemed to have a sort of 'party' of her own already in the sea, before she'd even stepped foot into this tavern, based on the way her appearance looked. Ha Neul's eye followed the new figure, as she made her way to bar,

 "Your lands, what are they called? And where can I clean up?"

An eyebrow of curiosity rose, as Ha Neul watched two new figures enter the tavern. They had a rather unique aura about them, that clearly distinguished them from all the other surrounding drunken rabble. She also took mental note of the newly appearing couple's rather peculiar hair colors, as well. Three unique figures in the same setting, at the same time; now there was an event to behold that greatly drew Ha Neul's interest. She entertained herself with the thought of what interesting stories they might be carrying with them, wherever they hailed from.

Ha Neul's eyes followed the pinked haired figure, observing as she extended a kindness to the newcomer that was scarcely experienced in all of Adeluna; at least, not without some sort of self-benefiting….'motive' in mind from the provider. The majority of the time, that self-benefiting motive being robbery or kidnap. Sincerely kind souls seemed scarce to none in this realm. That was one thing Ha Neul had definitely picked up on in her time in this land. Remaining at her isolated spot within the tavern, Ha Neul continued observing the scene of unique figures and their conversation take place, among all the uninteresting dull-minded commoners and drunken sailors of the tavern.

"I have some coin, but, I don't… Require conventional food…" Her eyebrow rose again. To the average ear, that statement may have been overlooked. But to someone as observant as Ha Neul, one word in particular in that sentence stood out. 'Conventional' food. What does 'that' mean? Not only was it scarce in Adeluna to see sincere acts of kindness, but it was possibly even more scarce to see anyone turn down a free meal. The financial situation of the majority of citizens of this land didn't seem to be the most 'abundant', from what Ha Neul had observed thus far. Nobles seemed to stand quite high above everyone else, in terms in silver. She continued in her deep observance, looking to learn something of value, and perhaps even hear an interesting rumor or story.

In the midst of the conversation, Ha Neul found herself not only in a deep contemplation, but also in a deep bafflement. Not only was this not the quietest of places to be, but the obscurity of most of the phrases spoken made it quite difficult for her to connect everything into some logically sound explanation. They were all foreigners like her, she gotten that much; although that didn't really didn't require eavesdropping to figure out, anyways. From their outer appearance alone, they had proven themselves to be strangers to this city. The most talkative and open of the couple, spoke that they were both from a place called Kurayo, yet, it sounded like just another foreign name to Ha Neul. Everything was foreign here. To her, it was just a continent she had not yet visited, neither had a reason to visit. Still, it was always beneficial to educate oneself of the things of this realm. Therefore, later, deep reading in the library concerning this area would most likely be required. As the pinked haired female had begin to explain more clearer details, Ha Neul's intrigue began to rise to a peak, before becoming deeply disappointed as she noticed the woman lean in, in order to transition to a whisper, rendering it impossible for Ha Neul to hear the explanation. Eavesdropping could only get one so far, it seemed. She folded her arms, leaned back in her chair, and looked upward for a bit, trying to organize everything in her head.

'Kurayo', 'You and 'us'', 'Adeluna isn’t the safest place for people like us', 'conventional food'; what did it all mean? Additionally, there a denial of a free meal the first time, yet an acceptance of a meal the second time; a greatly appreciated acceptance at that. It simply made no sense. In contemplating all of this, Ha Neul could feel her head becoming a little hot, as it struggled to connect and organize all the clues and details she gathered so far. Another rare feeling came upon her in this process; a feeling of frustration. Such an inability to put things logically together, especially open gossip, was a situation that Ha Neul rarely came across in this tavern. Yet, everything was either just too strangely and obscurely worded, or too lacking in detail, in order for her to make clear sense of it all. They certainly had stories with them alright, yet their stories were ones of great secret it appeared.As the first newcomer stood, and began to adjust her pack to leave, Ha Neul had found herself again disappointed. It seems she'd be losing her rare opportunity of hearing interesting and even possibly valuable stories. Yet, in the midst of her disappointment, there appeared a beacon of hope, for something rather unexpected suddenly took place. The sea washed woman's strap suddenly broke, sending several items scattering across the tavern floor. One of these items, was on it's convenient way to Ha Neul herself. She watched rather nonchalantly, as the lost instrument made it's fated roll of destiny to her. As the object finally lightly clacked against Ha Neul's boot, and came to a complete stop, she continued to stare at, arms still folded, whilst observing the item. It was a flute, and a rather nice decorated one at that. After her pause of observation, Ha Neul's eyes eventually slowly shifted up from the flute at her foot, to its foreign owner; lute and waterlogged pages held in arms, and wearied faced. A stranded musician? No, it could not have been that simple. 'One of 'us'' couldn't have meant something as simple as a wandering musician. Additionally, though, this place was rather dangerous in general, since when did Adeluna ever become exceptionally dangerous for stranded musicians? There definitely must have been a deeper meaning to it all. Yet for now, in this moment, it seemed that that all this woman would just have to be was the wandering musician, until Ha Neul would be able to gather more specific details.

She continued to gaze at the girl with her nonchalant expression, that could have even been viewed as a sort of arrogance. Ha Neul continued this gaze at the wearied looking girl, even while she slowly leaned down to pick up the flute at her boot, and back up again. Upon picking up the flute, she leaned back in her chair again, the gaze continuing, while in her left hand she slowly twirled the flute around with her fingers. It looked like a tease of some sort.