Mizrel wrung the water out of her hair. Her red eyes noting the looks she got from the patrons of the tavern, but ignoring them. If they didn't start anything, she wouldn't. Shaking her head back and tossing her wet tresses behind her, she walks further into the warm room. Her body moving wiht the grace that came naturally to all of the various branches of the elven race.<br/><br/>She took a glass of beer and sips it. A flicker of mischieviousness running thru her makes her say, "The Coalition and Tolkeen fought it out today. Unfortunately the Coalition seems to be carrying the day. They paid for it though." She had no ideas how many Coalition soldiers lay dead and dying on the field of battle and in the pursuit of the retreating Tolkeen forces. A dark smile flashes as she imagines what the Coalition commanders would say when they ran into some of the little surprizes that had been left behind in case of a Tolkeen retreat. Not all of the Tolkeen mages and generals were optemistic and expecting instant victory.<br/><br/>She takes another drink of the beer as thunder crashes overhead, rattling the windows. Glancing at a window, she murmurs in the stillness after the thunder, "That.. is the side effect of a Rift opening. You people might be having some new neighbors real soon."