<strong>Name:</strong>Kiera Felldrake<br/><br/>Kiera stepped into the Inn, automatically ducking her head. She looked around, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dimmer light. Her normally long luxurious brown hair was wrapped in a half-hearted attempt at a bun, her pointed ears shown to any who dare to look. She was a beautiful woman, even by elvish standards. But she bore herself with the bearing of a warrior and it showed as she looked around, her eyes lighting on Lydia and the group sitting at the table.<br/><br/>As she went to step forward a bulky man blocked her path, “We don’t serve yer kind here. Go away.”<br/><br/>Kiera having grown accustomed to the racial bigotry of the lesser educated only shook her head. “I don’t see a sign out front that says no half-elves allowed, neighbor. And if I did, I’d be inclined to cut it in half and use it for kindling.”<br/><br/>“We don’t need no stinking half-breeds running about. Git out.” Glowered the man as he clenched his hands into ham sized fists.<br/><br/>Kiera shook her head and reached up with a gauntleted hand and pulled away the edge of her cloak to reveal the exquisitely crafted full-plate underneath. As she did, she revealed the holy symbol of Sarenrae upon it. “You would attack a warrior of the light? A paladin of Sarenrae? Neighbor, you’ve had too much to drink. I think you should consider having a seat and reconsidering your life and the direction it’s been going.”<br/><br/>Just then a rather portly man with an apron on came over and grabbed the other man, bowing repeatedly, “Excuse ‘im, ma’am. He’s had too much to drink. Come on Jeb. Let’s find you a seat.”<br/><br/>Kiera shook her head and started towards the table with Lydia and the rest of the group. A barmaid came over and asked if she needed anything, “Mead, fresh bread, cheese, and some of whatever is on the spit at the moment.”<br/><br/>She had just taken off her gauntlets when the Halfling came in and tossed the scroll onto the table. At Lydia’s request that she pay the Halfling, she laughed, “Lydia. I think you’ve had too much to drink. That’s a woman. Second, after dealing with that group of stupid bandits who thought they’d waylay me on the road, I’m going to need to take my shield in and have it resurfaced. And I'm probably gonna have to wait to do that as I'm pretty well broke.”