[b][u]Wrensthav Aviovus[/u][/b]
Two tall figures sitting in a darker corner of the inn nursed their drinks as they observed the brief brawl. A splintered leg of a smashed chair came flying their way only to be caught by a gloved hand of the male companion who slowly placed it on the table afterwards. His dark cloak and long spiked hair earned him a good number of curious glances during the early evening hours but generally died down by the time the other patrons where good and drunk. The female companion by his side leaned closer as she started up conversation. Her gown was a simple one piece dress of midnight blue that hung to mid-shin. Her bare feet got strange looks from the host and his staff at first, But after a few nights they stopped starring. Well the women did. The men toned down their gazes for the most part.

[b]"What do you take of those two?"[/b] Polaris asked, her song-like voice pleasant to those lucky enough to hear a the mumblings of their conversations. she moved a stray lock of hair from tickling her cheek as she leaned closer.

[b]"He has a strong hold on his temper until it involves his hair it seems."[/b] Wrensthav replied. He took a swig of the dark mead in his mug and continued.[b]"Plenty strong, from what I can tell, and he has good footwork. The qualifications tomorrow should be interesting if he decides to show up."[/b]

He caught the attention of one of the inn's staff to come over.

[b]"Is everything to your liking , sir?"[/b] The young man asked.

[b]"All is well with the service. I do wonder if you could help us in a different way?"[/b] Wrensthav tossed the boy a silver coin. 

[b]"What service do you require?"[/b]

[b]"The lady overlooking the tables upstairs, what do you know of her?"[/b]

[b]"Well, she did post the help wanted bulletin earlier this afternoon when sir and madam were out. She is quite famous in these parts both as a tactician and a fighter. Somewhat of a thrill seeker."[/b]

[b]"She sounds very similar to a certain person."[/b] Polaris teased.

Wrensthav thanked the waiter who left after sneaking a glance at Polaris. She played with his hair and ears while he continued observing the room, nursing his drink. Half an hour passed by the time he grew tired of the atmosphere and of Polaris playing with the points of his ears. The lady upstairs was stating to yawn, he took that as a cue to actually talk with this potential relic hunter.

[b]"Polaris, Would you be a dear and see how Abur and the others are faring upstairs?"[/b]

[b]"Gahhh, fine I'll let you flirt with the elf lady. Don't stay up too late, it is already a pain rousing you in the morning."[/b]

He waved to her as she sulked upstairs. He turned his gaze towards where the elf was still standing and decided to introduce himself. The inn keeper gave him a strange look as he headed towards the stairwell opposite from the one Polaris took.

When he reached the second floor he finally got a good close look off the potential patron. her clothing definitely was that of a distinguished and wealthy character. But the gold accents where mainly there to catch the eye without making her outfit so gaudy that it was cumbersome.

[b]"Pleasant evening miss. I do not believe we have crossed paths before."[/b]