During Elena's dalliances with the soldiers she's of course noticed the watch keeping an eye on the unwelcome visitors, but it's always been the usual faces she's recognized. So it's a bit of a surprise when, leaving a tent with lute in hand and a few coins heavier, she spots a particularly tasty looking snack. Shit, snack? No, this man could be a whole fecking meal. And he's not a soldier, he's not wearing a uniform, so he must be of the watch. How absolutely fascinating ... no one told her there was a new guard. And she's always so keen on getting to know the local law enforcement!

Elena briskly makes her way to Lorne before plopping herself in his path and flashing her most charming smile. Or most devious? Honestly they really look the same.

"Hello, there! You know, I don't think we've met. Elena Bevans, musician extraordinaire, at your service."