"Good! It's on me!" Shela exclaimed as he looked around. She was just about to head into the tavern when a large brute of a man with a wiry bear came crashing out of the doors of the tavern and sprawled out before the group with his face planted firmly into the gravel and dirt. Over a dozen men came rushing out after him and formed a circle around the man, taunting him as he spat the ground out of his mouth. 

	Slowly from the dark entrance to the tavern the figure of a woman appeared. Long raven hair with streaks of silver falling well past her shoulders tilted her head to the side and peered a the man through her ocean blue eyes. She look long strides in high heeled boots and her face, though older, seemed to hold a beautiful regal youth and life to it. 

	"One does not place his hands on a lady without her permission," the woman said in a calm and commanding voice. Shela was laughing at the man with his face covered in dirt but as the woman spoke her eyes widened some and she spun around on her thick feet.

	"By the day, if it ain't be the queen of the sea! Regalia, I see you still be kicking much an ass," Shela laughed as he wobbled over to the woman. The woman smile and knelt down, hugging Shela tight, carefully avoiding the spikes of the dwarfs armor. 

	"And by the seas, I see you that you are still as brash as ever my old friend," Regalia said in a kind voice before standing back up straight. "What brings you to these parts?" Regalia asked curious.

	"Long story, care for a drink?" Shela asked.

	"I would never deny my oldest friend, especially not after the stunt you pulled with that dragon," Regalia chuckled softly before holding up a finger. "If you would excuse me for a moment, I do have some unfinished business to take care of before I join you."

	"Not stopping you," Shela laughed as she hefted her pack onto her back. "I be inside," she quipped before toddling off. "Come on folk, let's drink!"