The young woman stepped through the door, dressed in silks and leathers with the cloak draped over her shoulders as if to protect her from the cold though as one of the ancient races of elves of the Underdark she did not feel the cold as others did. Her lavender eyes trailed over those who were here, already drunk or drinking and some flirting with the woman who came here, others planning on taking the tavern wenches to the back room later that night. It was early evening, the sun falling from the sky and the dark making it easier for the elf to see as her eyes started to pick up heat signatures and the light hurt her eyes less until she walked inside and her eyes adjusted again. As she waked her hips swung faintly, the lack of a weapon on her making her seem harmless, if it wasn't for the grey tone of her skin that gave her away as being born of one of the most feared and ruthless of all elven descent. She made her way up to the bar where she hopped up on a stool and leaned forward to look at the bartender. His face was easy to remember, having met it a few years beforehand when she was passing through town though they hadn't gotten to know each other. 

[color=orchid]"Get me something strong." [/color]

Her voice was low but easily filled with authority and the ease of command from her years with the elves underground. She had been born n the great city of Menzobaranzan to the second house, the only child of her matron mothers Rockseer elf consort, destined to be a powerful cleric and priestess, though when Lolth called out to her and her mother she knew she was chosen for something else. She remembered the feeling of her mothers blood dripping off of her hand where she held her heart in her palm, hearing the laughter of her Goddess as she fulfilled the first part of her quest to become more than the average elf and stronger than almost any other race out there. The vampire had been easy after coming here, though she'd had to take a few others who walked the light to give her the ability to adjust her eyes to the sunlight. Coming back to the present she looked up at the bartender and smiled, though it wasn't sweet or kind, instead fake and holding back a malicious desire to reach across the counter and tear his heart from his chest.