Frey growled and turned to look at the elf that seemed to have an unwarranted attitude. Taking a deep breath and pulling her wet top away from her skin. It wasn't something she'd set off thinking she'd be spared. Her father's voice echoed in her head, telling her that there was a lot of ugly outside the village, and much of it would be directed at her merely because of what she was, if anyone could even tell her other half was elf.<br/><br/>She was half tempted to get up and swing by the bar and trip the elf up, so her face planted on the bar top. However she did get to her feet and make her way over to the bar for another purpose. "Barkeep? Is there a room available?" she asked once she got his attention. It seemed the action that would best rile the wench was to act as if nothing had happened.