Elizabeth stepped into the Tavern. Aptly named, given the state of the land around it, The Twilight Tavern was not a place she'd have come to without purpose. Something was wrong, here, and she knew it. Not in the tavern, but somewhere close enough that it was this tavern that she'd been sent to. The Orc was hard to miss. Though the green-skinned behemoths like the one she was looking at hardly had a touch of magic. She'd fought the ones that did, they weren't hard to kill either, except perhaps by the standards of enlisted men, Knights had to make themselves the better of even Orc soldiers in single combat. Still, he looked...impressive, so in a fight she was willing to call it a toss up, not a fight she particularly wanted to start.<br/><br/>She moved in to a side table, sitting on the bench, her spurs marking every heavy footstep against the wooden floor. She stretched her legs. She didn't even pull of her helmet, as she motioned to the serving girl.<br/><br/>"Something strong," she said, "the harder, the better." at the distance she said it, the girl was immediately surprised at her feminine voice, though the insight didn't get around the bar much. Truth was, she'd already met something good enough to warrant a trip, though it wasn't what she'd been sent for. Sure, she didn't know Shan that was, but she knew she hadn't met it yet.