Gilia emerges to try to connect with the adventurers.

Test Expected Scene (CF 6): 1d10: 7. The expected scene happens!

Once she's dressed again, Gilia hurries back into the taproom. It's a hive of activity, now; with the show over, most of the drunkards are heading out to crash at home, fuck their women if they have them, and jerk off if they don't. Mira's apparently managed to get her wits back enough to get dressed, and she's coyly fending off "compliments" from men in the crowd on their way out the door - when their gazes meet, though, she glares daggers at Gilia. Gilia moves on quickly, only pausing to grab her coin from Luron at the bar. The hefty handful of copper pieces clinks pleasantly, and he grins toothily at her.

"Nice show. Never heard that endin' before."

"Well, I wanted it to be memorable," Gilia replies dryly, already turning to scan the crowd. Where...aha. She spots the adventurers - at least, she's pretty sure that's what they are - at a table in the corner, eating a late dinner. There are four of them: a male gnome with fantastical purple whiskers in a handlebar mustache wearing silver armor, an exotic-looking winged man bedecked with small trinkets and talismans, a halfling man with black hair and goatee in unassuming gray robes, and an androgynous-looking dwarf (or she thinks they're androgynous-looking, but Gilia has a hard time with dwarfs) clad in leather. Gilia weaves her way through the tables, dodging "friendly" drunkards, toward her quarry.

"Good evening," she says, slightly breathlessly, as she arrives. The party looks up at her, not without some interest. "Saw that you came in during the show, hope that you enjoyed it. Will you be staying at the Crooked Cock? Is there anything I can get you?"