The Hammer and sword: Local Pub, Hahrdrig city, Suhn Shae
Elsbeth pushed open the doors to the Hammer and Sword and stood in the doorway for a moment, scanning the patrons. She was a tall and quite thin Tae woman with her pale skin silhouetted against the back-lighting of the door. The effect made the darker, colored tattooes on her forearms and neck shimmer slightly in the back-light glow. Letting her eyes acclimate to the contrasting dark of the bar, the lanky Marine spotted her commanding officer, the Colonial Marshal, in a rather secluded spot towards the back of the main room.
The dark-haired CMC Marine pushed into the bar proper, letting the door swing shut behind her. When she moved, Elsbeth wasn't ungainly, but there was something unsettlingly predatory about her gait. It wasn't unnatural per se, but was perhaps not common in a biped. She pirouetted, dodging one or two of the waitstaff along the way, before coming to a stop standing 'at ease' in front of T'risa's table. "Ma'am." she addressed the Marshal formally and yet informally, her tone containing just a touch of casualness and familiarity that came from what could only be from a few years and more than a few misadventures of shared history.
Strapped to her hip was a wide leather belt with two weapons: a long, thin blade (at least presumably from sheathe) that had a handle and pommel of distinct Valkiir design was strapped to her left side, positioned to be cross-drawn quickly and easily; and a plasma pistol with custom grips and extensive optic sat holstered on her right thigh. Like her greeting, the young woman's stance was both ready and casual; while her hands seemed to be lightly clasped behind her 'at ease', her line suggested a coiled spring ready for action should it be immediately required. She didn't expect trouble, really. But if any time spent with the Valkiir on vacation at various points had taught her: Trouble™ seemed to come to them.
And that went doubly so, when it came to the Marshal. Elsbeth knew that the beautiful, blue-skinned battle witch had a knack for sniffing out such dangerous situations - a trait which made her (and thus those around her) a ready target, sometimes. But, she knew that the Marshal had always cared about her people unfailingly; so, the lanky Praetorian never doubted the Marshal in word or deed. Elsbeth, who had been charged with helping to bodyguard T'risa, had learned to always remain alert and to be ready to back any move the Marshal deigned to make.
"Friend Balkiir" the nearly two-metre tall Tae woman reported dutifully, "is parking the vehicle out back. We came as soon as we received your call." She moved to reset her long, dark ponytail, which was slightly loose, indicating that she and Balkiir were probably already in the car when T'risa's summons came; though their location at the time might have been a bit out of the way - which would have explained the slight lag in response time. Given that both Elsbeth and Balkiir had extensive Marine training, they both seemed to take their work and play seriously; and the young Praetorian's demeanor showed it. Even - or perhaps especially - when she was deferring to the diminutive O'meadan marshal.