Reilani had found herself drawing stares immediately upon entering the village of Barovia— suspicious eyes that almost felt as though they could bore holes right through her, and a few attempts to try and converse with the locals painted a better picture of exactly why. Visitors, it seemed, were not unheard of in these parts, but certainly not common, and a young child asking her rather bluntly about her horns gave her an even better idea of why some of the townsfolk opted not to speak to her at all. She knew that tieflings were considered unwelcome in many places, but the city of Waterdeep was large and varied enough that she didn't stand out quite so much. Here, that was clearly not the case.

By the time she reaches the tavern, she's drawn her hood up over her horns and ears to deflect what stares she can, though she knows there's still no mistaking her for human. Regardless, places like these were often a safe bet for a traveler trying to get their bearings; they tended to draw in locals and visitors alike, and she was almost certain that someone here would be able to answer at least a few of her questions.

It's the gentleman working the bar she approaches first, and while he does pause long enough to tell her the name of village— Barovia, she notes— the evening crowd is starting to trickle in, and he doesn't have the time to spare to answer anything more involved. She makes an effort to veil her disappointment and is about to thank him regardless when a voice from behind startles her— had she been so out of sorts that she hadn't noticed approaching footsteps?

She turns to look at Joon-gi as he slides onto the nearest stool to where she's standing, and at his offer, her shoulders sag thanks to some combination of weariness and relief.

"I'm sure it's terribly obvious," she says, lips pursed for a brief moment. "I've never even heard of Barovia Village before now, though I suppose that doesn't mean much. There are lots of places I've never heard of, but I'm not sure how I got here."