Ashoka walked stood on the top level of the bar throwing darts into a haggard old cork board in the wall. She knew where she was supposed to go to meet everyone else but fancied a bit of fun first. Her short blue hair was tousled and her appearance was that of most others in this area, trouble. Despite her noble blood she was anything but that.

Her foot tapped against the floor and her rhythmic humming filled the air around her. Ashoka often would make entertainment for herself if there was none on hand. Though she appeared distracted she took careful note of everyone that entered and exited.