[color=9e0b0f][h1]Eslea[/h1][/color]

Eslea stumbled into the little Inn, her spear [i]Scika[/i] hanging limply in her hand. She expected people to stare at her disheveled state, but they only passed her a small glance before returning to their own business. She scanned the room wearily, searching for night elves. Last time she had a run in with night elves and they saw her armor, well, it didn't end well. 

Thankfully, there are no identifiable night elves, though she spots a man ([@Bourgeoisie]) nearby with pointed ears. 

[i]Must be the common race, or maybe a half breed[/i], she reassures herself. 

She also takes note of the man ([@Happy Go Lucky]) standing next to him, and his healing abilities. A bad taste immediately floods her mouth and she scowls. 

Eslea attempts to ignore the healer and the elfish one, instead turning to examine one of the only almost-empty tables. A girl ([@shagranoz]) sat at it, her eyes wandering around. Eslea shoved down her discontent and approached the girl.

"Hope you don't mind," she mumbled out, making sure she made direct eye contact. She took a seat across from the girl, trying to suppress the need to introduce herself. No, better if nobody knew her name. She'd be gone by the morning, or so she hoped.

[color=0072bc][h1]Katerina[/h1][/color]

Katerina almost slammed the door to the little in open, anger and rage controlling her impulses. She was mad. [i]Very[/i] mad.

"False fucking tip, fucking bastard," she grumbled angrily to herself as she walked through the inn, ignoring the other patrons. She sat down at the bar near an elvish looking boy ([@Bourgeoisie]) and a man that reminded her of the dryads ([@Happy Go Lucky]) with the way he was dressed in green and had no weapons, unlike everybody else. 

She spared them a small glance before ordering a pint. God, she would be getting fucking trashed right now, if only she had enough gold to get that many pints. "Knew I shouodn't've trusted Dexter, slimly little rat," she growled to herself as she began chugging her beer.