[b]Name:[/b] Raven
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Half-Elf
[b]Class:[/b] Thief 
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] The meeting spot in the main lounge of the Greased Oak
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Holy Soldier] [@Cyrania] [@Fetzen] [b]Mentioned:[/b] Open

Raven watched as the man lifted his head and boasted about his "adventure" last night. She couldn't suppress her chuckle when the nausea hit him again. Before she could say much more or even think more on the subject, she heard someone say [b]Looks more like he had a good time last night. It's this morning that's rough for him.[/b] She then watched as an elf neared No and healed his head wound and hangover. [color=pink][i]Now thanks to you, he might have a good day as well."[/i][/color] The elf extended her hand and introduced herself as Gwendolyn. Raven reached out and grasped the hand for a handshake. [color=pink][i]"I'm Raven. Looks like we're in the same guild."[/i][/color]Raven gave a smirk, she didn't normally full out "smile", because they always contain a glint of mischievousness.  

Raven scanned the room, curious to see who else had gathered in the tavern. Their table had the three of them. The rest of the tavern wasn't that busy, mornings aren't exactly peak times. Many people were still sleeping off the ale. She never saw the appeal of getting drunk every night, Raven actually hardly partook in ale at all. She'd rather be aware of her surroundings. Her reputation isn't one of sunshine and rainbows after all. 

A gargoyle interrupted Raven's thoughts. She looked over at him and responded, [color=pink][i]"Morning to you too. I'm doing just fine, and yourself?"[/i][/color] Some felt Raven's friendliness was a bit odd for her profession. But she felt friendly relationships with those that helped her get gold, was a good thing.