Welcome to Gaia! ::

*as she is about to head up the winding staircase that leads to the rooms above, she notices Arwen sitting at the bar. Arwen! Whatever is she doing here? Minastauriel starts to approach Arwen nervously, not sure of what she would say to this great and noble Elf when she reached her.*

*Minas catches Arwen's eye for a fraction of a second, hesitates, then continues towards the bar. The squirrel climbs into her cloak and pops it's head out of the hood, watching Arwen with interest. when she at last reaches Arwen's stool, she gives a quick bow and repectfully offers her hand.*
"Greetings, my lady. It is an honour to meet you."

And older wood elf spots a tavern on his way through the forest, and decides to take a break from his journey. He spies the name of the inn from the sign hanging, and enjoys the imagery the the tree and the tavern create. He enters, and walks up to the bar.

"I'll have the house special, whatever that may be," he says, grinning at the bartender then sweeping his eyes across the room. He spies two elven ladies talking, and nods to them. "And send another round of whatever they're having to them, would you?"

Driinex pushed her silver hair out of her red eyes and smiled down at her companion, a younger elf by the name of Blaek, who was almost falling asleep on his feet. "Let's say you and I go get some food, hmmm?" she asked him, taking him by the hand and leading him into the tavern they had happened upon.

"But Miss Dr-" His protest was cut short by the rustic beauty of the place they had stepped into. He allowed himself to be led by the hand to the bar and pushed onto a stool.

Driinex gave Arwen a sweet smile. "Could we have a pint of mead and a tall glass of milk for the kiddo?" she asked, as Blaek rolled his bright green eyes.

Driinex smiled. "Thanks be, milady." she murmured, pushing the milk towards Blaek and taking a tentive sip of her own drink. It was just right. Sweet, a little bite, and a slight spicy after taste.

Blaek was also struck by the sweetness of his drink. A creamy fresh sweetness.

A brown cloaked figure, hood drawn bears down the path outside the tavern. The figure comes to an abrupt stop and its hooded head twitches slightly as the being underneath glances at the tavern. Seeming to make up his mind the figure approaches the tavern, swinging open the door with a thrust of his hand, he steps into the tavern.

The hooded figure draws back his hood to reveal a very youthful looking young man with longish straw blonde hair and striking ice blue eyes. A gold hoop earring is set in the upper area of his left ear. The elf gives a barely perceptible sniff and walks over to the bar where the bartender that just greeted him was standing. "Yeah, can I have a beer" he said with perfect diction.

Trinity enters the bar with her hood concealing her face. She had been on the run from bounty hunters for some time now and finally gave them the slip. Not wanting to cause a ruckus she kept her face concealed, she passes eight round tables and took a seat at the bar and waited for the bar tender to take her order.

I feel safer in elven territory, *sighs* I'm just afraid that they too may have seen wanted posters of me...not sure how they'd react, especially since it blames me for destroying a village and a realm...