She needed help.
But help here? In Black Rose? Why go back to the guild she swore she would never rejoin? Well, what other options did she have? Join some random guild and make them a target of the demonic cat? Or go to an already existing target, one that was already prepared and willing to fend off anyone who even looks at them wrong. And that place, well, just so happened to be the same guild she destroyed all but a few months ago.
The elf, hidden under her cloak of directed attention, gazed up at the very building she had turned to dust once before, her single eye watching the customers happily exit and enter the building, sounds of laughing and chattering entering her pointed ears. It was on a day like this, that she had done it. With one swift attack she had brought the building and its participants to its knees. No more laughing, no more chatting. Just grim sounds of screams and anger.
Her hands tensed and untensed, watching the people carefully from under her hood. No one seemed to turn an eye to her, even while wearing the same cloak she had worn on that very day. That was mostly because of the magic cloth used to sow it. It was elven magic, one that allowed the user to not be seen unless they wanted to. That, or if for some reason a person suddenly became aware of her presence by either hearing or touching her. It was a convenient magic, one she used often with her wizard status when she didn't want to be noticed. And after the last time she was in Rose Garden? Well, she had learned that the people here still hadn't entirely forgiven her. So she had no other choice really.
Biting her bottom lip the slayer tugged down the middle of her hood for a bit more comfort and took in a breath to hold it deep within her chest, pushing herself forward carefully, sure to avoid bumping into anyone and breaking the spell.
Once inside she didn't even take the time to look around. Her eyes locked with the back of the restaurant, the small bar, and she continued forward, all the while still holding onto that breath of courage. Hopping onto one of the stools (and almost having to jump up because of her small stature) she let her breath out in a big sigh, feeling the cold sweat she had built up from basically speed walking the entire way here. Well, maybe not just from her speed, but also just by being in here in the first place. She was so scared something was going to go wrong, that someone would make the magic wear off and she would be beaten by an angry mob. Or worse.
There was a shaking sensation within her chest. She could feel it, the nerves eating away at her. She placed her hand over the middle of her chest, feeling her heart rapidly thump, then clutched it tight.
Unsure of exactly how to get the attention of one of the guild members the silvernette looked left, and then right of her. No one was in the seats next to her, only some scattered a few down. But they either didn't see her or cared about her presence and they went about enjoying their drinks. As if to see if there was like a sign or something anywhere she looked up to the specials written in colorful chalk upon the blackboards above. Her gaze traveled from board to board, but she couldn't recognize any of the names. She never drank, at all. At least with alcohol. It just wasn't her thing. Maybe they had something else? But this was a bar after all. Would she get looks from other people, which would then break the spell? She had to fit in... She had to.
Scratching at the wooden bar under her fingertips Astrid let in another breath before letting it out through her nose, trying to calm herself of these nerves. She could do it. All she had to say was five easy words. Just five.
Locating whoever was tending the bar at the time, her single eye would lock onto them, letting out those five magical words.
"I-I'll have your strongest beverage."