Quite The Entrance [Open]

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies Eventful days or no, some basic needs still demanded attention. Like food, and drink. Retreating back to the Rathskellar with her head full of the conversation she'd held with Jigano, she found herself a table in the now less crowded room and gratefully accepted a portion of the rations everyone had helped to gather. Pushing back the pale hair, she considered lingering for a while even after the Long Night had passed. No doubt the proprietor could use a hand in cleaning up the place once everyone had returned home, and there was the matter of repaying the kindness after being allowed to shelter here. Lost in quiet contemplation, Maea reached for her drink when from absolutely nowhere a bit something fell from the ceiling and slammed into the table. The mug was sent flying, as was her food, and with a startled yelp the short girl scrambled up and away from her seat. Thoughts of monsters, demons and all the terrors of the night flashed through her mind. The first instinct was to run, the second to close her eyes... but she reined in both and instead forced herself to breathe in. Deeply. Then Maea looked at the thing that lay sprawled on the table, half expecting tentacles or glistening teeth or both. She looked...   And paused. It wad a person. How almost disappointingly normal. "A-Are you... alright?" she asked, voice shaking slightly. It was the only thing she could think of.