The goblin witch blinked, rocked back by the Arn Wolven's announcement, his declared intention to go after a lich.

"Does he do this a lot?" she asks at large. [i]More importantly[/i], she wondered, [i]how often did he follow through on such announcements?[/i]

The reception seemed mixed, not surprisingly. Taking on a lich, with scores of undead at their command...? Especially with just a handful of people and not say, an army?

<[i]Rizx![/i]> 

She stared, eyes wide, but nobody seemed to notice the unseen voice.

"What?" she whispered back.

<[i]Get a room, we need to talk...[/i]>
"Talk? Talk about what, Mr. Wolf?" she demanded in a strangled whisper. "Don't tell me..."
<[i]People are beginning to stare.[/i]>

Her green cheeks burned with a darker green as she glanced around the room, then bustled over to the bar.
"Hey," she called out to whoever was behind it, "How do I get a room? And a half-pint?"