It's not the dead of night because Korrin uses that to keep her lady warm, thank you, but at some point in the evening when the tavern's crowded and she needs some fresh air Yngvi will have some company. The tall Vashoth woman makes good use of the furs Asher gave her, as shielded from this southern nonsense known as 'winter' as she can manage without compromising her freedom of movement. Hearing Yngvi, she smirks and strides over.

"Oh, are you offering yourself? Because I don't have anything better to do at the moment."