Elisa smirked briefly. "Well I suppose if you wanted to buy ale and water it down, that would be your choice. If you are purchasing ale, I would think most men, maybe even women, would at least expect to get what they paid for. As for being a stranger to death, well unless you are a ghost, and judging from the reactions of others, you are not a ghost, then I would say you are stranger enough to him for me." She finished her cider. He seemed momentarily distracted by something though she was not exactly sure what. It had been at least a full year since she stopped looking over her shoulder so such discretion, though not exactly left unnoticed by her, were not frequently searched for. "Why would you seek the legion? You seem young enough and with enough coin to your name to actually have a future of some kind? There have been many songs and tales told about those men, and none of them end well, some with jest, others with anger but mostly there are ballads of sorrow, sorrow by those they left behind."<br/><br/>