The inside of the inn was as regular as all other lands, in stark contrast to the exotic and distinct exteriors. To be honest Alice would feel much better sleeping in a familiar environment tonight. She was barely given a moment to scan the current patrons of the bar before their reason for being here arrived. From what she could tell at a glance, they all seemed different from your average denizen of the plane, and that meant each and every one was used to sticking up for themselves and becoming very dangerous in the process

Alice remained undaunted by the elf's flamboyant display of magic, despite the implications. To just wield magic at one's leisure simply to make an impressive entrance revealed a deep set and natural power. Alice didn't feel like testing what the effects of strong innate power and hundreds if not thousands of years of training would leave this elven lady capable of. Despite this display of grandeur and power it was recognisable to those in certain circles this lady was not the queen, though she certainly looked royal enough. There was no battalion of guards following, and if the queen was planning to arrive in secret she wouldn't have hired the inn to herself and made such an entrance. She opened with that fact, stating she was the queen's sister, Princess Vanya Eldendawn, a name Alice did not know since she was unfamiliar with the politics of these parts. What she could infer, however, was that she must be either the Queen's right hand or her left hand just by her being here. She most likely earned her place in court, as oppose to simply sharing blood, the system most human kingdoms have. If it wasn't already abundantly clear, Princess Vanya Eldendawn was a very dangerous and capable lady

Not a hint of this revelation of cogitation showed itself upon Alice's composed form, and she listened intently to every word. She may not be elven, but she liked to think she had the grace of them. What did reveal itself on her face was a little surprise at Geradin's quick acceptance of the quest. Once she would have thought the Dwarf would have hated the 'skittish' elves like many of his kin, but perhaps her friend just enjoyed the idea of warring against a more hated enemy. "A good Dark Elf is a dead Dark Elf." he said through his eating. Alice admitted to herself that she too was quite hungry after the long journey, but wouldn't stoop so low as to show such weariness to the Elven company. 

"Make no mistake, Dwarf, that if they succeed and gain a foothold here, your lands would be in danger as well. As would the North. For the Dorcha have also allied themselves with a prominent clan of Vampires." Geradin coughed greatly, eliciting a slight grimace from Princess Vanya. "Dorcha and Leeches!?" he spluttered in the way Dwarfen folk do. "I'd be shoved into the book of reckoning for not aiding in this quest!"

A man Alice had failed to notice beneath a beaten and mudded cloak spoke up, "It is an honour to serve the queen." though the sentence seemed to be sarcastic, he said it in an upbeat and juvenile manner. Alice had other more pressing questions for now and chose not to dwell of the oddity

"Princess Vanya, Alice Peerbane." followed by a slight nod of the head from both parties, as was custom for nobles across the civilised lands. "Word has it the vampire clans around these parts are small in number and weak of blood. I profess I do not know the intricate workings of their circles, but what might have changed? And why are the Dark Elves attacking now. Is there a particular reason for this sudden increase in hostility, and as to why your current defenses are now inadequate to defend against an ancient foe so that you must look to outside help?"

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