"Another mug of ale would be more than welcome," said Erzsebet, a little awkward dealing directly with the serving class. She straightened the extravagant purple ruffles around her throat. Erzsebet hoped she didn't sound condescending. "I'm new in town and seeking lodgings. And employment too...
Erzsebet was a little perplexed by the bard’s chorus of admirers. Bumpkins. Everything in this foreign environment was curious to her, and not quite how her books had told her.
The tavern door opened and closed, admitting a singular stink. Erzsrbet’s view was obscured by the taller patrons...
Erzsebet is similarly amused. Having no particular allegiance between the Orc and the Bard, she sips her ale and watches events pan out. The orphan witch glances over at Goradak, by way of wanting to make a friend in this strange town, nods civilly. "It would be rude to interfere with these two...
Erzsebet will be a newcomer in town, looking for a place to stay. She's been travelling for two days, which is more than enough for someone of her weak constitution. It makes sense also that she would go to The Dizzy Dwarf Tavern to pick up some directions. So this could be a case of You all...
Well, she's a frail little thing with an idle upbringing! If the wicked world brings an end to her, it will serve as a warning to other foolhardy adventurers!