Post by Elbereth on Jun 8, 2015 19:26:08 GMT
Shadows hit the earth as the sun set for the evening. Lanterns being set as the bustle of the days seems to die down. Two figures made their way towards the White Stag. Some may step aside unsure, while others look upon them in interest. As they took a step into the tavern the tallest removes its hood to show a woman who appears to be in her 20's. Her features elegant yet also grim as if the light of day does not always touch her. The shadows around her eyes may pull the gaze into the ice blue orbs or may allow the shadows of her cheeks to show through the pale flesh. Her black hair hangs over her shoulders and reaches to her chest. Beside her, her companion keeps within the confines of the grey hooded cloak. It is slightly hunched giving it only a few inches shorter than the woman.
The woman looks at the faces of the members before finding an empty table in the far corner, barely touched by the Hearth's light. She snaps a finger before walking to the table and taking a seat. Her companion takes to the floor beside her, handing up a black leather bound book to her.
The woman looks at the faces of the members before finding an empty table in the far corner, barely touched by the Hearth's light. She snaps a finger before walking to the table and taking a seat. Her companion takes to the floor beside her, handing up a black leather bound book to her.