She chuckled a bit at that. Those gave all so nice thoughts, all of which she found hillarious. Like being able to reject a rotten prince in front of thousands of people.

Not that it would ever happen.

"Pshaw. They day I get married is the day men stop being scumbags."

Truth be told, she was more fond of elves on the rare chance they did meet. They had more respect for other living things than the other races. Unfortunatly, most of them wanted nothing to do with her do to her human blood. And what sort of adventurer or elf would be in this neck of nowhere? Her mother, apparently.

"A minstral will be in later tonight. If you want to spread the word, tonight is definatly the time. Not that there are many women in this village, but hey."

She motioned for him to follow into the tavern. She was starving and had her fill of the sun at the moment.