Melania kicked open the door to the bar, yawning a bit as she did. The elf looked.... a bit different from the others. Her loose fitting pants were held up by a belt, but managed to hold snuggly to her rear anyways, and she had her cloak instead wrapped around her chest to keep her modest assets covered. A pack hung off her left shoulder, while a master crafted scimitar was resting on her right.<br/><br/>The redheaded elf looked around and shoved her way passed the trio of patrons, pushing one over, and made her way to the bounty board. She grabbed one of the sheets and said loudly.<strong>"Alright, I need two mages with some balls to help me clear out this graveyard. If ya think your strong enough, I'll be at the bar!"</strong>And true to her word, Melania strode swiftly over to the bar and began ordering a large pitcher of mead.