Liz stood up, moving to the side of the tavern, where she could get a better look. The man in the trench coat was unnecessarily arrogant, and she assumed he was about to be put in his place. Unless, of course, he was as good as he implied he was. She would really like to see this. Hopefully it wouldn't turn into a full scale fight, but then again you could never tell. And would it really be so bad?
Well. It would be interesting at least. She saw two elves step aside. Liz honestly didn't like elves. All the ones she'd come into contact with were too stuck up for their own goods, and quite a few had met with unfortunate fates. But hey, they brought it upon themselves. It wasn't completely her fault. Kind of.