Ellsabeth

As the group surveying the now quiet battleground, they had two corpses, one man still trying to stop his nosebleed, two men face down begging for their lives and an ear.

Thwock looked around in dismay and took off his silk top har to mop his brow. "Well. this escalated quickly...'

The company were standing between a goblin in a top hat and six local thugs in taffeta....and they had just been called freaks. At that point Addie insulted their coutour, and the encounter therefore took a more serious turn.

((The following is part 1 of the Valentines RP held by Three Graces, so proceed with caution - Xan's Humble Chronicler))

Just as the whispers of the nightwatch sentries in Haldrith could be heard around the darkened ruins in the heart of Thinglad, a notable clattering broke the quiet as Xandilif rode in, dropping off her horse before the beast had come to a stop and looked around for her companions. She noted them near a fire, wearily tending to their gear and animals. 

In a back corner of Bree’s Prancing Pony, a curious quartet had taken over a table and had held it for most of the night. Xandilif, the Champion of the Azure Faithful sat with her back to the wall, heavy steel boots up on the table as she drank Grog. Beside her, trying her best to not look like she was hiding beside Lif’s armored bulk was Finchley, a large collection of empty bowls around her as she was apparently trying to clear out Barliman’s stew supply.