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.