<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Rose Vanger. | <strong>Location:</strong> The Pelican Glass. | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone, Feon<br/>Click <strong>here</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217592.msg10710195#msg10710195) for the full profile.<br/><br/>_________________________</div><br/>For a few moments, Rose was worried. The bar seemed to radiate a sort of... Dread. As though something was off, like something bad was happening. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was but it was the sort of feeling she knew all too well growing up around fighting. It made her want to retrieve her sword and shield, if only to make herself feel a little safer. She was about to do so when she saw a large blur zoom past the window but she couldn't quite make out what it was. Not too long later, several smaller blurs fell past the window. "Odd." She mumbled to herself.<br/><br/>She tried to stand to peer down at what it was but found her way blocked by the bar. For now, she decided to sit back down. If she had been wrong about her gut instincts, she might have risked panicking people just to check on her hunch with weapon drawn. Instead, she tried to remind herself that she was no longer in the Gladitorial Arena of Aranna, that this was probably a safe, secure place where not everyone was trying to kill each other for a living.<br/><br/>Instead, she simply waited, her finger absent mindedly tracing the tattoo on the right of her waist, a red one that was mark of an Arannian gladiator. She looked up only when the male elf arrived behind the bar and smiled at him, tossing a few coins onto the table as she received the mug of mead, raising it in thanks. "I wouldn't say I'm particularly tough." She said, "I<em>am</em>shivering a little. But I spent most of my childhood sleeping in the cold, dark dungeons under an arena so I suppose I am a little resistant to it." She said before taking a deep drink of the golden liquid to quench her thirst. It was delicious.<br/><br/>"I haven't really thought about why I am here... I suppose it is to look for some work as a mercenary for hire... But now you mention an arena, I might try my luck at that instead." She said with a shrug. She wasn't all too sure. "How's the inn tonight, sir? Seems like a quiet bunch here." She said as she took another gulp of the mead.