Beleg eyed the stranger. "I just came in last week, if that's what you mean." He had seen this cloaked figure around, but had never realized it was a woman. She looked dangerous, and he was going to ask her who she was when he noticed another man talking to the barkeeper with a sour look of anger on his face. He wondered why the man had cursed the name of Thingol, and, more importantly, if there was any justice to it.