<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/021/776/701/large/anna-elizabeth-astrid2.jpg?1572906977)</div>She watched intently with bated breath as the scene unfolded, all the while the wheels turning in her mind upon glimpsing the fair Elf communicating with the beastly Orcs. She spoke fluently in their tongue, easily winning their favor. Even Kitty, the proprietor of the Dry Gulch, extended her a sublime offer for a soothing bath. Who was she to warrant such attention? Clearly she was well-educated and of high status. She was also familiar, though Pharli could not her finger on where she had seen her. Perhaps it would come to her later.<br/><br/>Keeping to the sidelines, she watched the Hobgoblins drag away the unconscious men, catching sight of a curious figure clad in plated armor entering the nearby magic shop. Intending to visit to restock on supplies after acquainting herself within the Inn, she debated whether to risk the Cook's ire by shirking her duties further to follow the mysterious stranger. Once she stepped foot back into the tavern, she would be at the mercy of more unruly customers until the moon was nigh.<br/><br/>Sidestepping away from the crowd shuffling back into Dry Gulch, she shouldered through the stragglers to approach the shop. Pushing through the door, she entered silently, an instinct that was crucial to the hunt to which she participated in her youth. While she no longer partook in the sport, she would still walk lightly by habit.