[h3] [color=9e0b0f]Elizabeth Parks[/color] [/h3]

  [color=ed1c24]Elizabeth thanked the man for the last few drinks, and whispered in his ear about how he should visit her across the street sometime. She then swooped up from the table, moving out of the man's reach as he tried to cup her bottom. She moved to the back of the tavern, back into the Nest itself. She yelled upon entering. 
  "Where is that bitch boy!?" She asked with a joyous grin, and all the tiny fearful eyes flicked to her. 
  "Larry? Lloyd? LAURENT!" She called, trying to remember his name. She had to please Amaury in order to succeed, but she was tired and had servants and adjundants for a reason. If the boy didn't show up soon, he would get quite the beating. She stood waiting with a smile, smoking her pipe and making circles with the smoke. She tapped her nails on the side of the pipe, making a small humming a melodic tune. [/color]