Elizabeth's horse neighs and snorts at the newcomers that enter the tavern. She forgot about the horse as she was too darn happy to see booze. She has a feeling Romus could understand it. "Romus, do you a place to store my horse?" She puts down her glass of wine and looks at Max, "I don't think it will hurt me." She stands up tipping over her wine glass as she is thinking she needs to help Romus serving the newcomers. She will clean up the mess later as most of the wine is on her clothes.