[center][color=fdc68a][h1]Yeva Darbinian[/h1][/color]
[sub][@GrizzTheMauler][/sub][/center][hr]

Yeva, noticing that barkeep probably didn't like vague gestures, flicked out a small bit of parchment, no larger than a business card. Swiftly, she produced her quill which was already dripping with some ink. She wrote with the speed of a kingdom scribe, showing the finished writing to the Dober-Man. [color=fdc68a]"I'll have what she's having."[/color] it said simply as she pointed at the voluptuous woman. The drink looked quite nice, especially with that little umbrella. She hadn't seen a drink like that for a long time, so it was looking like a pretty good choice right about now. She wasn't sure how a beast man took to written orders, but hopefully he knew how to read. By now, another tasty looking woman walked onto the stage and started to sing, how nice.

The gunsmith's gaze quickly flicked toward the Otter descendant whom she recognized as Hayden. Her lips formed a small smile as she raised her hand up in a half wave in greeting. Quickly writing onto her another small piece of parchment, she wrote [color=fdc68a]"How have you been?"[/color] Yeva saw Hayden as quite a nice person, perhaps a little too nice. Very smiley from what she had deduced from the few times meeting him. She wouldn't call him a friend, rather just an acquaintance. A good one though.

It would seem that a small band of misfits had gathered at the bar. A soggy looking man and another with a large blade on his back. They must be the two stowaways everyone was raving about earlier. She noticed the wet-man's reaction to her crest, which gave her a slight feeling of superiority. The beast man's stuttering was cute, he's probably not used to the presence of a beautiful woman. Elvish ones usually did that to people.