Tranquillina looks down and away as Mathilde stands briefly by the table, hoping that she seems like an entitled lady who has matters other than the tavern on her mind; but probably her Gift makes her come across as condescending and suspicious. She exhales with minor relief when the stout woman walks back to the kitchens. Atrio does spare a long look at the server - why not take in all he can while he's off the covenant grounds, he figures - but resumes his attentiveness thereafter, keeping an eye on anyone who might be keeping an eye on the maga's table.
Tranquillina has the good sense to blush slightly at Renaud's compliments. "You are too kind, my friend," she smiles, keeping her voice low enough not to carry to other parts of the room. "And I will vouch for your honorable soul, for otherwise I would not have sought you out on this occasion. You see, you are correct, in troth: I do seek other than food and spirits."
She laughs kindly as she gets to hold out a forestalling hand back at the Redcap. "Nay, neither that which you refer to - and reveal not to me the full content of Fiona's tales ... I am a lady, after all," she teases, motioning to her upper-class dress. "But I am on a hunt, of sorts: I am hunting books. And I am hopeful that you, with your vast connections and worldly knowledge - as well, not to repeat what has already been established, as your amiable nature - that you might be the one to join my hunt."