Sipping her drink, but not before paying and thanking the barkeep, Tyegëa smiles as she sees a throng of friendly locals approach her.  And unable to wait to meet them, she waves and gets up, extending out her hand in welcome to shake.

"A pleasure to meet you, Solar!" she crows at a young man in a tartan suit and a ring of keys at his waist.  Saddened at the news, she hangs her head in sorrow, whispering: "That is indeed sad news, and you have my condolences.  Though I have not been familiar with his works, I only wish I was, and that is my regret.  May he rest in peace in the loving arms of the powers that be."

Spotting a feline-headed lad in a snazzy black suit and bowtie, Tyegëa excuses herself for a moment from Solar, and turns to greet another nice local.  Asking his permission first, she strokes him gently and offers him the stool next to hers.

"And a pleasure to meet you as well, Tazi! Amazing how everyone knows your name in establishments such as these, eh?" she cheered, shaking his hand.  "I have travelled a long way indeed, but it was worth it! Speaking of which, what is the local SPIT: is it good?"