As she approached the table, she heard a snatch of conversation from the adventurers.
"We don't know where he ended up," a burly human wearing animal furs, and with a large two-handed axe on his back "Ty could be anywhere or anyone."
"So we shouldn't look for him?" a woman in leather armour that seemed designed more for showing off her generous assets than actual protection said "You know he'd look for you if you were the one that got separated, Aaron."
Anne frowned, as a strange thought tried to surface in her mind, but it was gone almost as quickly, and she approached the table.
"What'll it be, gentlemen and ladies?" Anne asked. She noted that all three of the adventurers (the last was an orcish woman dressed in the garb of a shaman) looked her over with approval for a few moments, and unconsciously, her tail swished back and fourth for a moment.
"Three ales," said the human man "Some of whatever's in the pot, and a night with you if that is a service you offer."
"It is," Anne said "Though I doubt you can afford me.