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As the door to the inn opened, a statuesque woman with clear green eyes raised an eyebrow at the unusual tention. The inn was only this quiet in the wee hours of the night and morning, the relative silence was disconcerting to say the least. Even some of the more rambuctious individuals were more reserved than usual. Being one of the people who often added to the exuberant air, Ms.Tress was not comforted in the least.

[color=mediumorchid]"Did I walk in on a funeral?"[/color] She asked the room with a playful upturn of her lips.

Raking her gaze across the room, the long haired woman was a bit surprised to note the bright red tag connected to a player sat by themselves. She had never met a PK'er but she was also a firm believer that appearances are not all the seem and many players are victims of circumstance. Malgoth knows she couldn't judge others on their coping mechanisms, however destructive they might be. Still she didn't take kindly to those who brought her favoured haunt into a state of, subdued, disarray. Hovering by the counter for a moment, she caught the clerks attention with a rap of her nails against the wood.

[color=mediumorchid]"Let me get some smoked meat and fresh fruit."[/color] She said, leaning against the counter before adding, [color=mediumorchid]"if you could rush that I'd really appreciate it."[/color] with a flutter of her eyelashes as she placed one silver coin and three copper coins in front of the clerk. 

It was in short order that had Ms.Tress with her purchased items as she walked over to the lone woman with look in her eyes that was hard to place. Unceremoniously planting herself in the seat across from the Red Tagged individual, the dark haired woman started on her fruit before nonchalantly asking a question.

[color=mediumorchid]"So self-defence, enjoyment or desperation?"[/color] A piece of fruit held between her fingers as she brought it closer to her mouth.