A pale skinned woman with snow white hair and a disposition for being out of the sunlight during the daytime walked into the tavern. She was dressed in casual black clothing consisting of a t-shirt and some loose fitting pants, having left her armor in her inn room down the street. She still had her two katana by her side – tools that made her feel safe even if she doubted she would need them. Her arms from the elbows down were covered in bright red runes and seemed a tad thicker than a normal woman’s. There were runes on other parts of her body too, but those were concealed by her clothing.
She’d travelled for most of Ashan and had only arrived a few days ago. She hadn’t had time to properly take in the culture. A tavern seemed like the most obvious place to relax and learn a thing or two about what life was like in the Eternal Empire.
“Something sweet, pretty please,” she said to the bartender as she leaned her elbows onto the bar. She’d have enough hard crappy drinks on her journey. She craved a high quality sugary beverage that would like be a luxurious reward.
When her drink arrived she’d sip it and look around, trying to find out if there was anyone interesting to talk or listen to. She knew little about how things were done around these parts, but taverns seemed to be more or less the same everywhere she’d been. Get enough people drunk together in a confined area and interesting things tended to happen. She found many people averting their eyes when she met their gazes. She supposed it was only natural for people to gawk at her mutations especially when she wasn’t going through any effort to hide them.
