"There is a tavern, the people here do appreciate having a chance to drink a little now and then. There's a good amount of alcohol brought in by shipwrecks in the past, and one of the other settlements even has a brewery, since they have fields to grow food and even enough to grow some hops." The mayor spoke seriously and looked at the group before her, drawing a deep breath.<br/><br/>"And as for the soldiers, we have some, but you fought a few of their unmarked ones. I've seen some of the elder ones tear ten men into pieces, and some of them know sorcery. They seem to weed out the weak among them fighting against other species, including us. The ones that survive and triumph are in turn trained even worse. You can ask old Silas, he's been here for countless years." The woman gestured at an elf sitting further off, his hair silver and the man's face elegant, matured in a handsome way still. "Though I would suggest saving that for later. Silas doesn't like answering questions that often, usually if he's spoken to someone already you'll have to wait a good while to get to speak to him again. He's a bit peculiar person afterall. Though he's trained the best of our own warriors in the past."