Adelisa jumped slightly when the dagger entered the wood and glared at the redheaded she-devil. She hadn't had time to respond before looking over at the gentleman who joined them and shifted uncomfortably. She was the only one not drinking? Even the monk was sipping his mead. She looked over at the redheaded woman and said "[b]there is no need for such theatrics, miss.[/b]" She hated the whole idea of a group rescue, but she had to do what was told of her. "[b]Just drink your mead and sit down. You are not the only one at this table who has questions.[/b]" 

She looked at the rehead, still pondering on how different this group was. She was slightly dismayed that she was the only one marring a scar and she had been the peaceful one this misfit group had. She noticed two drunken patrons about to start a fight and she stood to her feet. Without hesitation, she walked over to the two men and said calmly "[b]gentlemen, what is this arguement consisting that you must fight?[/b]" As the spoke of their arguement about the black tower, Adelisa looked at them with interest, as if listening to the two was the most entertaining thing in the world. They both seem to calm down as they listened to their arguements which seemed to agree with eachother. She smiled brightly and said "[b]so you were going to fight because of an agreement?[/b]" The men blushes slightly and nodded, then the one gentleman said "[b]I bet there's how ye got yer scar, miss. Ain't it?[/b]" Adelisa stiffened and said "[b]have a nice day, gentleman.[/b]" She walked back to the table and sat down, throwing on her cowl with a glare.