She heard the nord and frowned. Soon afterwards Elbent, the tavernkeeper, left over a glass of milk on the table. 

[b]"Would you like a beer?"[/b] stuttered the old man trembling, nervous about the situation. 

[b]"Rusalka,"[/b] she said after thanking the tavernkeeper. 

Rusalka took a sip and leaned to the side to see the rest of the group, [b]"You do not seem to be a group that arrives in a town looking for ales. What makes you think I need protection?"[/b]