"Cause terror and trouble, yeah? Like proper elves bow and 'oh, missus, oh, so sorry for being in the way, ma'am. Please let me ask the tree for forgiveness and throw my worthless self off a cliff, miss.'"

She was scowling into her cup now. No good, that. Caring about what stupid people thought a proper whatever should be. Muttering about it was even worse. Clearly the ale wasn't doing the right job. She held up a finger, gesturing the tall lady to hold on for one bit, then rolled out from under the table- and ha! Whiskey. Only a few tables away, forgotten thanks to the owner entering the brawl. Better than moping, that. She was, maybe just a teeny tiny bit, showing off as she dipped and dodged and was a dexterous queen all around as she returned to under the table without a drop spilled. And with all that ale in her from before, at that.

Alright. She was entirely showing off. The lady may be all big and lovely, but Sera was flexible. It counted for something.

"But that's rubbish. Besides the rest, Ox horns don't look like that at all. I think. Those are the...pulling carts ones, innit?"

City elf. She left the livestock to the rural professionals.