She was use to being watched, with her strange cat like habits and the fact she was none to hard to look at it was not rare. She only wondered if he looked to look or because he wanted to figure out what she was. Neither particularly concerned her as he was ultimately a transient guest who would leave in time. She had no real reason to think of him any deeper then that. He would be gone in a few months when he grew bored just like all the others, or so she assumed.

She never found silence particularly uncomfortable, use to it really. She merely ate her cake in small morsels to enjoy each one and mused over her daily tasks. Many of the horses needed their daily runs still, and of course Saturna the pegusus would need to take the rest of his herd flying. They had originally been a migrating herd but when Saturna was hurt she had helped heal his leg and ever since then he'd settled in with her foundling Pegusi making one big herd. He would stay the rest of his life likely, as he was a prideful creature and would not miss out paying his debts. Yet her thoughts of the horses were interrupted by another's speech and she pushed the thoughts away.

"Well it was originally built by a man who called him self William Carver, an archeologist. He said he wanted to protect the knowledge and such of the Anasarie. I never met the man so can't tell you if he was truthful, he died a long time ago. The Inn changed hands a few times after that, protected by the legalities passed down in his will as well as a few spells as he was apparently a hell of an enchanter.

It always seems those who seek to own this inn to steal from the Anasarie always seem to have something bad happen to them, while those who seek to do no harm profit no matter how little they charge. I don't know how he did it... or if he was the one who did anything at all.. it's all rather fascinating really. At any rate the last owner, a Samuel Cobbs sought to break up the watch tower in the closest ruins and sell the stones for extra profit. His own equipment fell on him and he nearly died. He and his wife then sold it to me a few years back and here we are." She explained as she reached over to pat the cat who had jumped in her lap. As it purred she used her free hand to still nibble at her food, curbing herself from talking about the magic to much. It put some people off... and few found it so fascinating as she did. that kind of curse... in this modern day and age wasn't suppose to be possible to fix upon a building that so clearly read the intentions of the heart, yet William had done it somehow. Most thought her crazy to say it but she knew it.... she just knew it!