((you assume correctly ^^.))
Judith entered the tavern. She wasn't used to the sights and sounds, and they made her extremely tense. She pulled her hood a little, not to let it her expression show. She looked around the tavern. One of her servants sat alone at a table near the back. She wasn't sure whether it was wise to go sit near him, especially since he must have been the one to make contact with the assassin. Even if it wasn't him, and he was just enjoying his time off, it might not be wise to sit with him anyway- if he wasn't involved and saw her out of the house, who knows what he would say? He might inform the city guard for all she knew. It was best not to risk it.
So, not knowing what else to do, she sat at the bar.
The barkeep approached her, and eyed her suspiciously. "How old are you, lass?"
She kept her cool. "Old enough, sir." She fumbled in her cloak sleeve for a coin. She had to make sure it was a single small coin. It wouldn't do any good to draw too much attention to her wealth. She slid the coin across the table. The bartender seemed satisfied. He got her a drink, but when she sipped it, she knew he kept it light for her. She'd had wine before. She knew what alcohol tasted like, and this drink didn't have much.
It was then that she chanced another glance around. Most of the people there were clearly common- dressed in worn clothing, with unkempt facial hair, most red-faced and yelling obscenities. But there was one man, dressed in a fetching purple, who was very different. And he was looking at her.
She turned away, heat rushing to her face. Was he from a wealthy family? Did he recognize her? Should she leave the tavern now, lest he does and inform the authorities of her whereabouts? As her mind raced, she took another few sips of her drink.
