Elizabeth said nothing, though her hand inched toward her dagger. She wouldn't draw, just yet, but she could see 'mage' all over the scholar. Human mages were the ones she'd been trained to fight, the ones for whom the Witch-Killers were named. There had been Witch-Killers before humans had ever come to Ensiferum, and she was always suspicious when she met one outside of their univeristies. She supposed that given his state, she didn't really have cause to be as suspicious as she was, but she'd had a bad feeling from the moment she came in. There was a man playing cards who'd been practically bleeding magic since she walked in the door, and along with the elf, the orc, and now a local hunter, she was beginning to think the tavern was was not the kind of place one normally found along a roadway.