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Amara walked into the bar, placin her coat on a nearby hook after about 5minutes of trying to get it off without hurting herself. She slowly crossed the room over to the bar and sat down in her usual seat. She rubbed her wound around her neck and sighed a little, moving to face the counter and placing her arms on it, enclosing her hands into a fist and fixing her gaze on a small, black knott in the wood. She thought to herself for a while, she hadn't had much time to do this lately.

As she rubbed her wound and sighed she had her thoughts fixed on one concept; There has got to be to more to life than chasing down every temporary high just to satisfy her. She only ever had one person in her entire life that she could cuddle up to when she was cold or scared, only one person who used to comfort her when she was down and depressed but she ruined it to follow the path she is on at the moment. She rubbed her wound once more, thinking that she ave up so much just to get her body tainted by a cross personality and tattered with scars from her fights.

She sighed once more and slammed her hand on the counter so hard that she made it bleed. She lifted it up again and shook her head and she slowly moved and pulled out a white silk cloth and wrapped it around her hand.

She looked up at the countless bottles that hund upsidedown behind the bar counter. She looked around quickly, making sure no one was around, she was still unsure if she was allowed to help herself to a drink but she was so thirsty. She stuggled to get up and walk but after about 5 minutes she had got herself a glass of elven wine and had returned to her seat.

She let out another sigh before looking around the dimly lit room. She felt something strange, something she had never felt before...

Something was coming. She was never able to sense people before they had got to her, only when they were watching her. She thought for a moment and decided that it must have been another trick that her hostile side had left behind, allowing Amara herself use of it.

Her eyes darted to the door as it crept open and a man stood there. He wore glasses almost as black as the nightsky but, Amara could tell that he was not blind and that he had immediatly noticed her as he opened the door. She took a sip of her wine and smiled warmly at him, trying to make make sure that he knew that she meant him no harm. She tilted her head a little, unsure of why he stood at the door not moving.

He looked at the female sitting in the bar, and he felt he would love to have a drink with her. But he felt no thirst. He sighed shortly, and closed the door with his left hand, looked for somewhere to sit down, and since he did not wish to make himself look silly by wandering about the inn, he decided that the bar was closest and most appropriate. He sat down 3 chairs from the woman.

The wind died down as he snapped his fingers, and a small flame shot out at the same time. Sighing, he just looked at the two people and the bar and smiled. "Evening...hope I didn't startle you two." He said softly, and grinned.

Amara placed her hand on her side and her other on her neck, pushing in slightly attempting to stop the pain that suddenly hit her as the wind took her by surprise. In a slightly annoyed voice she answered.
"T'is no worry, I be sure yee didn't mean t'."
She finished her scentance and clicked her neck before turning her gaze to the other man who had walked in. She smiled warmly and adressed him in her normal, jolly tone.
"Top of t'mornin' t'ya, name's Amara."
She finished and switched her gaze between the two of them, hopin that one or both of them would reply with their names also.

She smiled warmly at him, hoping she might get a smile in return. Neiru... she thought, what a lovely name. She did not move her gaze from his glasses, there was something about him that reminded her of herself, he had a secret, like her, and he hid it very well, as she could tell.