Shel cocked en eyebrow quizzically. "I have no idea what any of those things are." she said. Though her voice deep it was clearly very female. "I just want something strong, human drinks do little for me and I don't have the coin to drink twenty, so just something strong and not fruity." she added, glancing around as smells of breakfast hit her nose. "Oh and meat, just what ever is fine. Long as its cooked." Even looking at her and seeing she wasn't a full-blood she was clearly raised by one in the way that she spoke, in a manner of this not being a language she'd used often but knew it well, but knew little else about the world.

Looking around a bit more she saw the morning crowd eyeing her. Most were men, getting breakfast before heading to the mine.

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