Location: Outside...

[color=#6666CC]Paisley[/color] made a loud entrance in the color of [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7b/5a/ee/7b5aeeb184344da32c94421444aecd58.jpg]red[/url], swallowed in the comfort of [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/37/57/ef/3757eff4b9115b525c378c48ae370829.jpg]warm[/url] fur. She set a suitcase down before long coat was shrugged off of shoulders, showing her fair visage fully. The woman dabbed a kerchief against the corner of a lip, her transport ambled off as the tavern door swung open. Artfully, she moved to the side, allowing [@Dark Light] Arlen to pass. Pale eyes dredged along what he wore, how tightly his lips curled with disappointment, anger. Strawberry blonde hair was tucked behind an ear, dress gathered at the front with a sweep of thin, pianist fingers.

It was then that she chose, instead of the bar that she'd speak to him. She spoke in formal manner, like a silent morning in winter, "[color=#6666CC]I've heard nothing of this bar's reputation...[/color]" A hand was brought up, a card extended with her name upon it. "[color=#6666CC]But from your countenance I've something to suspect about it.[/color]" Paisley trailed, tapping along her jaw. "[color=#6666CC]Would you care to tell me what bothers you, so I may decide whether I should come in or look elsewhere?[/color]"

And the world grew silent around them. No bugs, birds or animals left to chirp or bay. Not even a breeze through the trees could be heard. [i]Strange.[/i]