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The woman named Lyvesta soon emerged from the room behind the tavern and occupied her assigned place at the counter. Her light blue skin was a contrast to the emerald hue of her tattered makeshift dress, and the silver necklace as well as the earrings that hung from her pointy ears which were partially hidden under the cascade of jet black hair, added to that color scheme for a result that would have been somewhat praised up in the surface, but definitely stood out in an unplasant way to those used to the grim elegance of the Drow cities.

She was afraid, on edge. But her blue eyes were serene nonetheless, as she claimed a stool behind the counter, and from her post surveyed calmly the entire place and the goings-on of the goblins and kobolds. From time to time she stole quick glances at the Auvrea'mitore guards, as if to reassure herself that if anybody made an attempt on her life the soldiers would protect her. If only because she was the Demon's pet -as evidenced by the blackened mark on her arm, in the shape of a wolf's paw, as well as the demonic taint in her essence, perceivable in her scent and her aura-, and they knew it. And they'd probably rather not have the demon either hunting them down for allowing his property to be spoiled, or worse... taking the matter up to their Mistress.

The small slave that was passing by and was suddenly drafted by the drow female, gave a quivering nod and scurried off to the counter. Lyvesta had already caught the order since it had been said outloud and had gone into the back to fetch it, followed now by the slave.

A few minutes later the goblin came out holding a tray in which rested a plate bearing a steak of rothé medium done and a few small bowls holding several types of spices for the customer to add to her taste. The small slave lay the plate and the small bowls on the table, looked up at the female as if expecting her to settle the tab as she had done before... then scuttled off to continue his normal duties. Lyvesta, who had stepped back in right after the goblin, had claimed her spot at the counter and let her blue eyes wander around, looking at nothing in particular.

Lyvesta's calm mood seemed to be broken suddenly. She looked up and fixed concern-ridden blue eyes on an empty corner of the tavern. Her features were slightly contorted.

Then she simply stood up and went into the backroom, with noiseless and graceful step that subtly belied her agitation nonetheless.

Valthier, the former High Piest of Kiaransalee, wandered grumpily and warily into the bar. he stood in teh doorway, looking around the place, shrugging off a passerby who bumped him to get out.

noticing almost emediately the Moon Elf waitress, he smiled, as he gave her body a once-over from a distance. tha pretty site mde him feel a little better. judging from her race and tattooes, he assumed she was a personal slave.

he walked in, his plumed hat bouncing, and unfastened his cape, setting it on the wrack. coming to the counter, he reached into his purse.

"bartender... a Kantharos of Kal-da, please..." he grunted.

Izzd noticed the man who followed him in and brushed right past him. He looked wealthy and could prove to be a great ally,or target, Izzd would have to play it a smooth if he wanted to get anything from this one. His attention shot to Vasune who was sitting at the table, only thing better than a drow woman,was a drunk drow woman. The slurring in her speech was enough to give her away. Like a hawk he watched her, curious as to how drunk she had to be,to mate with Izzd.

"It's a great night to drink, DRINKS ALL AROUND!!" Izzd threw his purse on the counter, it held inside fifty gold pieces and seven coppers. Sitting down across from Vasune and looking over at the other drow male in the tavern,an almost seductive,yet inviting gaze.

"How are you tonight? You lovely example of Drow women and pride"

"HA! You have some fight to you,I like that. Deaths hand? I drank three bottles the other day,got me right wasted" Izzd grabbed a bottle off the tray of a passing goblin and downed it. It was only a bottle of mead,quite good; honey and oat. It must have been Dwemmer brand mead, only they had access to such ingredients in such an abundance.

"Try and kill me if you wish,I just wanted to have a drink with a gorgeous women" Izzd winked and flashed a crooked smile. He was not one to give up so easily,especially since he had not drunk so much,his battle finesse and high dexterity would prove useful.