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[b]The Gargling Drake Inn[/b]

[i][color=39b54a]Not a bad place to start...[/color][/i]a woman thought to herself as she strolled into the establishment. She wore a long robe and a facial covering. The only thing visible was her blue eyes surrounded by brown skin, betraying her Eastern heritage. She walked silently towards the bar of the rough establishment, not even making the floorboards creek under her feet. IF you weren't looking directly at her you would not have known she was there unless you listened attentively to the slight jingling coming from underneath her clothes. She was either armed, bejeweled, or likely both.

The Gargling Drake had a certain reputation. Being located in the Hinds District, it was a wretched hive of scum and villainy. Those who plied their trade on the outskirts of what was considered good and decent congregated here looking for work, contacts, cheap board or even just a drink. Surely not a place for a lone Ayntayikk lady, but the spectre of cloth felt oddly welcome in a place like this. The seedy criminal element of anyplace resonated with her, made her feel nostalgic...


The woman seemingly floated past the dark knight not giving them a second glance and took a stool at the bar. She removed her covering slightly and pointed to a bottle, indicating to the bartender what she wanted. Glass in hand she took a sip, then placed the covering back over her mouth. Her eyes shifted around the room suspiciously.