Arelia sweeps through the door, her velvet cloak trailing behind her. She really hated 'house calls.' She had been sent to this... this [i]place[/i] for a cleansing of some sort, only to find out that some other Sage had already finished the bloody job without her! She just wanted to go home. Cerberus trots in at her side. He scans the room and ruffs quiet enough to alert Arelia of an empty table for them to sit at. Brushing a strand of golden hair from her face, she begins to walk towards the table. At least the weather was to her liking. She hated the heat and all it brought with it. 

Taking a seat at the table she removes her hood. Why bother hiding who you are, when you're dressed like this? She smirks at the thought. She runs her fingers through her hair again, then scratches Cerberus behind his ears. He licks her hand and sits at her feet.
Arelia then calls over the bartender, asking for a glass of wine and a warm meal.