Justification

Listening to him speak, she looked down at her glass, and rubbed her pointer finger around the rim of the mug. End of story. Raising her eyebrows and cocking her head for a second, she looked back up at him with a smile. "Well, honestly, it was a lot better of a past than what I had assumed." Leaning back in her chair she shrugged and attempted to make eye contact. "Now, my confession." Taking in a deep breath, she gave a pained smile and tried to hide in her chair slightly. "I don't have any money, and haven't paid for anything in my life. I just have paid my way through everything with illusions. Making people believe they have the earnings."

Since her confession, she took a deep breath and let the alcohol swoon her. "Thank GOD that it is off my chest. For some reason, not sure how, but the innkeeper could pick up on the illusions. She must have been well educated in that sort of 'magic'. Now you know why she was so upset with me." Shrugging slightly again, she then lifted her mug. "I can gladly pay for a drink, but someone isn't going to get paid. Honestly, it is very wrong of me to do. But, I don't feel bad about it because it isn't going to kill, I am not actively lying, and no one is getting hurt. At least, that is how I justify it."