Spilt Ale (Luna)

"Watcha doin ere... elf."

The man called across the common room. He had been glaring at Luna for a while now and the drink had finally given him the courage to speak his mind.

"Watcha let her in ere for!?" he yelled at the inn keeper who seemed not to hear.

The man got up and came staggering over to Lunas table. A few of his friends followed, only halfheartedly trying to talk him out of it. They appeared to be mercenaries. They bore no house colours and their gear was ill kept. Their drunken leader slammed a palm on the table in front of Luna, mostly to steady himself. He then proceeded to pour his ale over the table top as a leering smile crept across his face.

OOC: Not sure why the new character tabs wont add to the posts yet. Hopefully they will update over night.