Elizabeth had set her crossbow across her lap, ready, though in truth the very last thing she wanted was to encounter the need to fire it. The heavy steel bolt would pierce almost anything but a Orc's skull at the range of the furthest end of the tavern. The thin cable to which it was attached, running from the spool in the stock would let her pull the bolt back out, or her prey toward her.<br/><br/>"I wasn't," she said, "but more than one decided to find me."<br/><br/>She pulled her helmet off with her left hand, setting it on the table, and looking over toward the man sitting beside her.<br/><br/>"Elizabeth," she said, introducing herself, "I'm glad that the knighthood isn't entirely without help, when it comes to what dwells in the mist, Vir. Are you from the area?" she asked. She supposed finding someone with information could be of use, though, when she didn't know what she was looking for, she might as well been making small-talk.<br/>