The noise in the town was getting warmer and gradually more cheery as the light began to fade and Ratte found herself smirking softly as she made her way to Annie's tavern. Night was her favourite time of day, she liked to think that she thrived in the nighttime, as her namesake did. Something about the call of darkness when dusk set in sent a shiver through her and a thrill rushed through her veins. Normally she would revel in the feeling and find someone to share a bed with, but something told her she could find more to celebrate if she attended this meeting.

She pushed open the tavern door and carefully removed her hood. She pushed her fingers through her hair and mussed it slowly at the back, her dark eyes taking in the patrons and the layout of the little tavern. It was warm and friendly and everyone seemed occupied in chatter or drink. She made her way slowly to the back of the bar and, checking over her shoulder out of habit, decended down the steps into the basement. The haze of chatter didn't end, in fact it seemed to increase as she got down into the room. Most were there already.

She eyed the mix of characters and faces around the room and stared a little too long at the chest of the black haired woman standing in the centre that she assumed was 'Black Widow', then again at the other women throughout the room. She bit her lip and shook her head, [colour=red]"Damn..."[/colour] she muttered, stepping down from the final step.

[colour=red]"So what did I miss?"[/colour] she asked to the room in general.