Th Drow listened carefully to the conversation going on just beside her between the small girl, the young noble boy and the werewolf who she had joined herself with several years ago. She could smell them as well, the hints of sweat and blood touching them and the dwarf who had sat seemingly as far away from her as possible looked to be waiting for someone - the bartender probably, just like she was. Many of those around looked as if they were familiar with one another and it almost made her regret what she does to people - almost - though she was a Drow, it was in her nature to turn away from friendship in the face of Lolth or personal gain. When she finally went back home to the Underdark she would be the most powerful weapon her sister would have against any other house in the city, or the whole of Drow society. And then she would kill her sister to become Matron mother. 

She brushed her snowy white hair back, exposing a scar on the side of her neck that looked very much like an animal bite, as she went to play with her necklace quietly, wondering how long she would have to wait to be attended to, considering she was the first to arrive here and the child was receiving ale before her. [color=orchid]"I've changed my mind. I'd like a nice, sweet, pink wine; preferably raspberry and honey."[/color] She spoke, knowing she would be heard either by the man or the girl who stood with the child then and there. [color=orchid]"If you don't mind Fate, or. .  Busker?"[/color]