(ooc: You know I don't mind)<br/><br/>Rosin wiped the froth from her fake mustache and burped a dainty burp. "This ale, bah. Tis good but it can't match that of an ale brewed by dwarf hands." She nodded as she took another swig. "Is that so Rosi....I mean *grunt* Er Rossenburgy."<br/>The dwarf paused and looked to the elf before shaking her head. "It's loud enough in here that no one can hear us you know."<br/>"I know" Hazel whispered, "I was just being safe. Tomorrow ya think we can take off our disguises? I'm tired of this beard on mah face."<br/>"I unno." Rosin sat up and thought about it. Hazel simply shrugged her shoulders and looked about the room from under the brim of her hat. She spotted a handsome young lad sitting alone. She couldn't help but feel like she'd seen him before.