Adelisa glanced up at the word [i]English[/i] and gritted her teeth. Her mother was a gypsy, seeing as a female apothecary was quite uncommon amoung the english. Her father was english and her mother loved him. He was shunned from society as was her mother, but Adelisa was pitied and shunned. She remembered her mother and her having to stay out of the streets at night. How terrifying the thought of the night was to two women, let alone to a gypsy and her bastard daughter. Her father tried to make up for his societal suicide by marrying her off... to an Englishman. 

She despised Englishmen, beside her father. He was the only decent one. The only one nice enough to care about the well being of everyone, even a "lowly" gypsy. Adelisa sighed at the memory of her parents. They were beautiful people, but the world made them ugly. She glanced at the men that entered and her eyes widened. She wasn't comfortable around men, especially in bars. She inches away from them in her seat, but it was of no use. Adelisa shifted in her seat again.