[h1][color=palegreen][center]Phanna Lon Lon[/center][/color][/h1]

Phanna followed the guardswoman into the building, ushered in by a large, but nice looking lady of gerudo descent. Many hylians, like Talon and Ingo, had a fear, a mistrust of gerudo. It wasn't too hard to see why, the two races were just at war for several years. Animosity built fast, and was always slow to drain away. The collection of folk that had arrived inside the little tavern was surprising to say the least though. There was a big goron man, as well as a second lady in armor and a boy who was kind of smelly, but what stuck out the most to Phanna was the man with pale skin and auburn hair.

Phanna frowned as the second lady in armor spoke, previously holding flaming sword, she now resorted to a flaming tongue as she called their group rag-tag, and consisting of sub humans. She wasn't the nicest of people at the very least. 

Phanna stuck to Sibela like glue. [color=palegreen]"Queen Zelda said we were supposed to find friends here, but she's not very friendly."[/color] Phanna murmured quietly, her large golden eyes glistening slightly as their gaze fell upon the more hot headed of the two soldiers.