Horizon of Darkness

Nikta isn't leaving; she has nowhere to rush. She orders a mug of beer and leans back in her chair, enjoying the tavern's hum, the lively and relaxed atmosphere, the clinking of chips, and the indescribable emotions of the players. She is particularly interested in the suspect's behavior, so she listens very carefully to how he speaks and how he behaves overall, whether he seems calm or if he is afraid of something. People who are not familiar with her would hardly notice anything unusual, but her companions, who know the huntress a little better, might notice that she has turned to better hear the new acquaintance.

I'm just reading the conversation, you've already started talking. Never mind, I didn't say anything, sorry.