[Lady Blue03]

ooc-of course youre stating the obvious Calthy, thats what your good at

Alliene picked what had been in her memory as a pretty decent bar. She signaled to her friends and pushed through the door, breathing in a wonderful smell of fine ale and wine. However, there was some taint in this pleasantness, causing her to wrinkle her nose in disgust. Her searching eyes located the smell-a half-elf; no wonder. A drunkard seemed to be trying to rile her up, and she looked to be rising to his bait. Although she didn't overly approve of half-elves, she didn't like any elf being harassed my a human of any kind. Pulling Luthol out of its place behind her back, she poked the drunkard with its sharp tip (Luthol is the name of her spear if u don't remember),

"Excuse me, you petty excuse for a civilized being. I suggest you leave this elf alone, her kind is too good for the likes of a human welp such as yourself," the man turned to her, his reddened eyes widening. She knew how drowishly fierce she must look with all her chain on, but maybe it was for the best. She narrowed her eyes and drew her lips into a thin line, hoping the fool made the wise decision.