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Vassune'avin enter in her face was covered and her body was in the clothes of the poor, but she kept walking till sh was at the bar. she looked around and smiled her natural grace was much more elegant then most would expect. she stood straight and walked with amazing grace. she smiled and looked at the bar waiting for a bar tender. she Sighed lightly knowing that this was the property and under the protection of Auvrea'mitore from the guards symbol and the symbol of the bar. she thought it was decorated nicely, and there was a female who also to her had the elgance of a matron. she waited patiently for the bartender.

"what is the strongest finest liquor you have" she said to the golbins in a soft sweet almost aluring voicce, it was not ehr voice normally used. her time on the surface taught her how to easily disguise her voice. there where many types and she liked to get drunk which si why she was hiding her idenitity right now. she smiled wondering what they would say to her.

Without making any snide remark, she placed the pouch that she was carrying onto the table letting it spill over, revealing ruby and emerald gems that were cut finely as well as few gold and silver pieces. She glanced slightly through the curtain at the female that entered and her attention fell back towards Naki. "It is a old leather bound book that holds the symbol of Lloth on the cover with blood written text and their scent is easy since that shaman likes to use dreadful surface herbs mixed with his spells. And the book was taken while on a convoy outside of the city. If it was inside, he would not have made it out of here and I would not be here requesting your expertise." She reached out her hand and placed it over the one that was on the table. Her touch was cold and held no warmth inside for a living being. "Do be careful demon for that shaman tanarukk can be tricky. I will grant you a week to return here with the book. Do not fail me" She then stood up and sauntered out of the private booth, reclaiming her seat again at the bar counter.

"i have the money is that a shot or bottle, also you should address every female as mistress or jabbress if you wish to live long down here." she said reaching into her pocket pulling out a large bag of gold, there had to be a few hundread in the bag. she obviously was not as poor as she seemed. she also had the cockiness to have this much gold on her and not be afraid of someone attacking and taking it.

The small conjured arachnid that Ghaunkah created, skittered across the floor towards the direction of the new female that entered, pausing for a moment before climbing up the wall and over the shelves. Once it reached a corner, it began to spin a web of its own accord before resting silently. It was a scrying spider for the high priestess to have insight on the tavern.

Ghaunkah saw nothing else to see for the matter to remain in the tavern any longer and her spell was bound to end soon. Picking herself up from her seat, she sauntered out the door, departing. 'If he brings that book.. it would strengthen the house sorcerers greatly... and if he perishes.. then good riddance to another weak link'

It had been a while when Naki went back into the bar, followed by two orc slaves that were carrying several burdens. Lyvesta was indeed behind the counter, and she seemed fairly happy to see him. The slave was now clad in a makeshift dress cut and sewn from a single piece of tattered emerald fabric. Her hair now was of a black hue as intense as that of Naki's own hair, and it fell in a shiny cascade down her cheeks and to chest height. Anybody who looked in her eyes after spending a while in the Land That Sees The Sun would instantly be reminded of the morning dew in some deep forest.

The Wolf demon directed the orcs into the back room and showed them out, then once again called Lyvesta in. Both the demon and the slave disappeared into the room and closed the door.

The scrawny slave received the coins into his trembling hand, and counted them quickly. "Shot, yes. Mistress", he chittered before scurrying away to the bar. Naki stepped out as the slave came over to the counter, and took the coins, counting them as well. The imp chittered something and Naki nodded, went into the backroom, coming back with a bottle full of a purple-black liquid. He poured some into a goblet and gave it to the waiter, to then step back into the back room closing the door behind him. The goblin squatted over to the female's table and set the goblet before her. The liquid let off a very subtle white mist; anybody who caught a whiff might get an effect ranging from blurred sight to mild comfort, depending on their resistance. The mushrooms used to brew this drink were known to have effects akin to those of hallucinogens in lesser creatures like humans, but Drow were by nature more tolerant of the effects, causing them simply to get happy. And under-the-table drunk.

The Wolf demon finally emerged from the back room, sporting the leathery black duster and gloves he wore when about to leave the bar. He stopped at the backroom's doorway and turned to give some final whispered instructions to his blue-skinned, black-haired pet. As he did this, he shot a glace at the only patron currently present in the tavern. Her manners were subtly unnerving, like something was off, but he couldn't quite place it. Maybe it was her missing eye. Drow and their pathetic regeration capabilities.

At that instant, he realized the mercenary business had lost its appeal to him. The bar was yielding good money, and it would yield much more, he knew it. Even moreso with the modifications he was planning. And living in a ramshackle tavern with a small battalion of slaves doing the menial jobs and a pet to cater to his every need, beat roaming the Underdark any day of the week. Be it the Drow calendar of the Surface.

After reasoning this, he stepped over to the exit of the bar, to carry out what would most likely be his last mercenary job.