At the arrival of the half-orc (and his apparent willingness to get his hands dirty with some goblins) the halfling smiled broadly, turning to face him on the table. Even with the height of the table she was still shorter than him, but she was absolutely unintimidated by him, in fact reaching out to give him a smack on the shoulder.<strong>"Good goddess, they make em big where you come from, eh? I bet with those arms it'll just take ya three swings to uproot all of the goblins! Name's Lyssa, and I'm basically the most important person around here."</strong><br/><br/>As the bartender brought over the ale she accepted it with one hand, and immediately took a swig.<strong>"Ahh . . . best watered down ale on this side of the continent! Dont'cha worry, I'll take you down to see the mayor, and we'll get to adventurin' in no time at all."</strong><br/><br/>With the appearance of Aellon however, she raised an eyebrow, almost choking on her ale. Velvet? WHO WORE VELVET?!<strong>"Oh? Tired of noble duels and ready to step out into the real world, Aellon dos Servantos Ramirez de Korvosa? Heh, why not? Just be careful, we might get your boots a little dirty!"</strong>Lyssa CLEARLY thought Aellon was some kind of noble out for a bit of sport, playing at being an adventurer.