When Yora spoke up, the Dragonguard leader dropped Sharielle, losing interest in the elven bartender now that she had a solid lead. The rest of the tavern held its collective breath, looking at the stranger with a mixture of respect and pity, admiring her for speaking up and fearing the consequences for her doing so.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm fine, thank you,"</strong>Freya said blushing as Ala helped her up, their existence practically ignored by the Dragonguards now. She took the opportunity to duck behind the sturdy counter, where Sharielle was now hiding as well.<br/><br/>The Dragonguard leader drew herself up to her full height. She could hardly see Yora and Lexara, whose heights barely reached her waist, what with her cow-like tits in the way. That didn't stop her from speaking down to them both literally and figuratively.<strong>"These rebels you saw, where did they go?"</strong>