[color=6ecff6]“You're late newbie."[/color]

The voice was small, almost shy, and yet commanded a strange sense of authority. Or at the very least, it drew more power than the weak shells of mortal men that called themselves residents of this godforsaken town. Maribel sat in one of the back corners of the tavern, away from everyone else but not overtly so.

A small cup was already placed before her and it was half-full with a red liquid so smooth and pungent it would have made any soul hurl in disgust. So potent was this strange drink that it would even seem oddly familiar to those who peered inside the cup in some way.

[color=6ecff6]"My name is Maribel and I'm drinking juice,"[/color] the young girl announced before anyone got any ideas about her. As dangerous as Alo'Quin may have been, she would not break the law when it came to alcohol. Taking a sip of the smelling drink, Maribel kicked her legs out slightly since she was too short to actually reach the bottom of the tavern booth.

That being said, she did watch the trio of men carefully, not quite sure what the purpose of all this secrecy was for. Personally, she felt as if she really didn't belong among this group of no doubt hardened warriors. It didn't help that she was also the only female present for their little band of called travelers. It also didn't help that she looked like she could pass off as one of these men's daughters, despite the contrary and true difference of ages.