Elizabeth sat by her self in the corner of the room, her weapon leaning against the wall beside her. The knight was quietly watching the room, making sure no one was causing any trouble for anyone. Though Elizabeth was in the same boat as many of those in the inn with her, she had gone looking for work, yet every paying job worth a damn had been taken. Many of the low key jobs that offer nothing more then a place to sleep and maybe a meal had been taken as well. She wouldn't like to admit it, but it seemed that no matter where she went there were people in need. If only she was in some kind of position to help these people like she once was.<br/><br/>A few years ago the young knight had risen to fame in the ranks of the kings army, in a few small battles Elizabeth would show off her skills, which eventually lead her to gaining control of a small band of her own men in the army. Though many didn't like the fact that a woman was able to climb the ranks faster then a man. In no short time, Elizabeth's world had came crushing down around her, with more then enough of the blame on her side as well. Maybe it was for the better though, the young woman had gotten to seem much more of the world then she thought she would see. Made a few friends, lean a few new tricks and such, even a few flings, with a soft sign Elizabeth leaned back against the wall.<br/><br/>As the thoughts and memories of old friends and events flew through Elizabeth's head, the door to the inn opened. Another woman and what looked like a harpy came in, followed by a small group of the kings men. Interest peaked the girls attention, watching the men to see what they may do. Hoping they weren't there for her.<br/><br/>---------------<br/><br/>On the other side of the room sat Andre. He had only been at the in and indeed the village a few hours before he had some how made some drinking buddies. One of them was a harpy, which he would have rather killed, but the woman she was with had convinced him, and the others not to. Which he still wasn't to sure how she did, yet said nothing of the matter to the others that were still at the table with him.<br/><br/>Taking a long drink from his dark ale, before he would look to the others, a halfling, a gnome, and a elf. He knew next to nothing about them, nor did they know anything about him. He aimed to keep it that way for as long as possible. Yet the quiet was starting to get to him, the large man did not like when things were to quiet with so many people around.<br/><br/>"How about a story eh? Anyone know any good ones?" He looked from each of the party members, waiting for one of them to respond. No one would get to start, as the woman and her harpy friend came back in, not long after Knights men came in as well. Which could spell trouble, that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world though. It would at least give him another story to tell if he ever goes home.<br/><br/>"Wha'd think they want? Nothing out here for the king but farms and some taxes."