<strong>Kayla</strong><br/><br/>Kayla chewed her lip nervously as the noble left, then breathed a sigh of relief and leaned her enormous polearm against the corner. "I'm so sorry about that gentle...elves." She said, realizing through the sentence she didn't know how to properly address them. "We ain't all that bad, honest!" She said raising a hand as if swearing. She then realized who had been keeping company with them.<br/><br/>"Well." She smiled a bit impishly. "Bender 'ere is, but most of us ain't." She was obviously speaking as a close friend of the man in question. "Most of us is much better if I'm bein' honest. And me, I always is honest." She beamed, proud of her simple virtues. She considered briefly taking off her scale mail and relaxing a little, but experience taught her angry nobles made for a dangerous bar and she decided to leave it on awhile longer and sat down in the closest available chair, sipping her ale.