[past] Where the wild and weird roam

Maika looked at the group that entered the tavern, a frown appearing for a flash moment on her eyebrows. Her trained instincts kicked in as she looked at the man and how the environment had changed in his presence. She had to count to three mentally to not tell him that pigs drink was someone suited for someone of his kind; instead she just nodded as she pulled out one of the most expensive drinks (which actually rarely was sold due to it's price).

She showed him the whiskey bottle "Something like this would suffice? This is the best that I got, as you can guess a remote tavern doesn't have the variety that other taverns might have" she said in a neutral voice. She didn't even bother to offer it to his companions, she could tell that they were mere puppets.