The naga made her rounds and handed out the bits of Minotaur to the other patrons before throwing a few spitroasts of beef into the fire pit, turning them as the elf poured Sasha her drink. It was a fine brew made of fermented flowers, his own special recipe. "It'll be about two coins a pound, miss." The elf said to Sasha, though Bright would hear it too. The naga shot the elf another look.<br/><br/>"You sure do try to steal my job all the time, don't you, Tiny? If you want I can take my work elsewhere and leave you to fend for yourself in this place. I hear drunkards get pretty desperate when a woman to play grab ass with isn't around, and you seem just too adorable and defenseless to do anything about it." This made the elf cringe.<br/><br/>As Shelby made her way outside, she would notice a crowd had gathered outside the Meeting Hall, some commotion having built up. Without warning the grand doors of the Meeting Hall had flung open, an elderly man getting hurled out and tumblin down the steps into a heap at the bottom. Following him, seeming to just glide along the air, was a harpy. She was dressed in the finest silks, embroidened with the most valuable gems, wearing a sparkling Diamond tiara that dazzled all who saw it. Following her seemed to be a troupe of maids, each finely dressed but obvious servants. The harpy landed beside the elderly man, casting him a disgusted look.<br/><br/>"Next time you bring in such tripe, I will make sure to kill you personally. How dare you attempt to instigate fear in these times of peace, especially in my presence." She spat.