As Metel stood waiting, she noticed a centaur woman arriving to the scene. She immediately caught the eyes of nearly everyone present as centaurs were a pretty rare sight. Not to mention her size made her impression massive as well.

She was certainly one of those people. She had never seen a centaur before as well. She'd only heard about them in books and bard tales. To be meeting one like this never crossed her mind at all.

...Well, today she already met a half-dragon man as well. That's another rare one for sure. Maybe she would even meet a lich today, with the way her luck was going.

...On second though, scratch that. Liches were never good news.

She looked back at the centaur and then saw an orc leaning against her body; a mug of ale in his hand. She wondered how she could stand him. If it were her standing there, she would have left immediately. She couldn't stand drunk people like him, much less one who got too close to her personal space.

"Enough!"

A loud voice suddenly roared across the room, making everyone turn silent and look at the source of the voice. It was a girl wearing all-black, with her face looking quite stern and angry. She quickly ordered for the two wet people to get dry, before threatening to punish anyone who made another ruckus like before.

Finally, someone taking charge, she thought. Maybe she could get a little peace and quiet around here.

However, the centaur woman didn't take kindly to her tone, as she trotted forward to her and pretty much intimidated her back with her superior height. There were truth to her words however, as being that aggressive could earn you the ire of some people. But still...

"Well, I believe someone should take charge around here," she said as she approached the two, interrupted their conversation. "I prefer to wait in peace over a bunch of rascals making a scene." She looked upwards to the centaur. She certainly had quite the impressive presence.