<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/27500000/Rooney-Mara-as-Lisbeth-Salander-rooney-mara-as-lisbeth-salander-27595650-500-617.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Antoinette Danescu<br/><strong>Role:</strong><del>Scientist</del>Paranormal Investigator<br/><strong>Speaking To:</strong>The 13th | Open<br/><strong>Mentioning Of:</strong>Niko, Barkeep, Lauriel<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black trench coat, fishnet shirt, black tube top, camo cargo pants and combat boots<br/><hr/><br/>By the time the 13th Recon had reached the tavern, night was approaching and the sun's radiant warmth was being extinguished for the evening.  Antoinette stepped out from the STRYKER and stretched to conquer the lethargic tension built up from the journey, gradually developing an eagerness to the thought of alcohol consumption.  Their elven guide spoke in her natural dialect, reminding her to attempt learning how to communicate later, before making her way inside.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>"I need a book that covers their language,"</strong></span>she murmured to herself, subconsciously tossing an eye towards their translator.  She pondered if he'd have such a thing and would allow her to read and study it.<br/><br/>Once she felt that the necessity of stretching was no longer in place, she secured her sidearm into the holster harnessed to her shoulder.  The fact they did not encounter a group of bandits on their journey was fortunate but Antoinette couldn't help but feel uneasy.  Feel like they were being watched from a distance but she chalked it up to her paranoia.  Or did she?  After all, the legends of the 'green men' would warrant investigative eyes from across the land should their curiosity get the better of them.  It's while her thoughts drifted away that she was able to spot the female watching them, appearing awestruck.  She could only roll her eyes and turn to retrieve her bag from the STRYKER and slip her arms back into her black, leather trench coat.<br/><br/>In only half an hour, everyone had migrated into the tavern once Niko confirmed they all had vacancies for the team and at no cost.  When they walked in, Antoinette was quick to catch the torn ends of the busty barmaid's dresses, knowing by the combination of that detail plus their not-so-subtle sizing up of the men what was coming.  Be it their intention to try and rob whatever man fell victim to their advances, seek to have a child with a pseudo-celebrity, or simply look to earn more cash in the pocket, it mattered very little to Antoinette.  She had not yet developed the emotional attachment to anyone within the 13th to warrant a need for immediate concern.  Besides, they deserved it.  She wouldn't deny them the praise and respects where merit was due.  Still, that uneasy feeling couldn't be shaken off.  Perhaps the answer to her worries rest in the very thing she had already made her way to obtain.<br/><br/>Posting herself at the tavern's bar via her elbows and putting her hands into one another, she trailed the barkeep with her eyes until attention was provided.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>"Does the free food include some of your best mead?  If so, go ahead and set me up a pint or two.  I plan to be shit-faced by midnight."</strong></span>The barkeep answered and she pushed herself from the counter.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>"Go ahead and set me up.  I'm gonna put my bag in my room,"</strong></span>she added, sauntering through the den to do just that once the barkeep gave her instructions how to get there.  Within another five minutes, Antoinette returned and took her up pints of mead before sitting at a table near the others.  It was here she spotted Niko preventing the busty barmaids from seducing the men of the 13th, making her smirk derisively at them.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>"Looks like our guide doubles as a cockblock, boys,"</strong></span>she stated, loud enough to try and catch their interest before kicking back a large pull of her first pint of mead.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>"She might want first dibs by the look of it.  Who's gonna hop on it, I wonder."</strong></span>