"That I am." Elishevas voice was nearly chipper beneath the wrath laced infringement on her vocal chords. Leaning over and glancing down the bar towards Sera whose eye she quickly caught with an odd hand gesture and was given a wink in response.

	"Right away," Sera quipped to the pair who came in mid face slam. Turning there was a bit of commotion coming from outside, wails and yells drifting in from the street but that was not uncommon in a city run by anarchy and strife. To most of the Fallen it was like a choir and one they enjoyed in the dark hours of the night. She paid it little mind.

	"Names Elisheva," the Wrathful one said introducing herself as she leaned against the bartop and resting her chin on the palm of her hand as she watched Uzza.

	To the bartop was rested a dark beer in a tall pint glass before Aharon, the head foaming slightly above the rim and holding on for dear life. In front of Akseli was placed a dark blood stained glass with a misting concoction that was softly aflame with white flickers.

	"There you go," she said before refilling the shot glass before Uzza with the clear alcohol he had requested. "Anything else?"