[h3][b][i][color=b3c0ef][center]Persephone[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=b3c0ef]Location:[/color][/b] Crossed Swords Inn and Tavern
[b][color=b3c0ef]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Lucan[/center]

[color=b3c0ef]"Lucan,"[/color] Persephone said to herself. [color=b3c0ef]"It's nice to meet you."[/color] She slid down into the seat across from him, draping one leg over the other beneath the table and taking a quick drink. She leaned back against the seat comfortably.

[color=b3c0ef]"It's curiosity, mostly,"[/color] she said, cocking her head slightly sideways. [color=b3c0ef]"The celebration is from the result of the orc raid earlier. There's a bit of a war on, you know."[/color] The corner of her lips quirked up in a small smirk. [color=b3c0ef]"The fighting was rough, judging by the state of the wounded, but the raiders were driven off. Thus... celebration."[/color] She raised her glass briefly, and took another drink.

[color=b3c0ef]"I came for my work mostly, as a healer. Armed conflicts always need more. So far I've only been paid with ale and a bed, but the ale at least isn't so bad."[/color] She'd tried some truly disgusting swill in seedy taverns of Ravens Bluff and beyond, making this little establishment seem positively spectacular in comparison. [color=b3c0ef]"As for the bed, haven't tried that yet."[/color] If it was softer than the hard ground, it would be just fine.

[color=b3c0ef]"I'm curious about you, though. What brings you out to this little edge of the war zone?"[/color] She leaned forward slightly and propped her elbows on the table, sipping her drink while she watched the man, Lucan, and his charming smile.