Neveah squinted slightly and noticed the scent of wolf vanished from the cottage she had just passed, though she couldn't see the creature in the dense wood behind the house. She breathed in slowly again through her nostrils, slower this time and managed to follow the scent to the tavern that was spoken of in the note to her. She wondered if maybe this wolf was the owner, in which case she would need to be prepared for a heated discussion. Though she had no idea why a wolf would allow some Vampires to stay the day there. It must belong to someone else then, she thought to herself. 

She carried onward toward the tavern. The little streets weren't yet busy with city life, so she was free to wander however she wished. She grinned to herself then, realizing just how much she missed going out on adventures similar to this when she was younger and not in charge. It was rarely spoke of, someone as high ranking as herself, going on business outside of the council. But she was beginning to grow tired of sitting day after day on that cold throne, directing people and giving orders. This was much more fun, despite being a little rusty at the whole adventuring thing.

It looked as if the tavern was open, which was strange at this time of day. It was too early to be plastered, but depending on the creatures inside, she figured maybe it wasn't so strange. This could be a small watering hole on the way to other things, for some. She approached the door to the tavern, which was rather large and held intricate designs engraved in the wood. She stood and appreciated it for a moment, before pulling the door open and stepping over the threshold. Quickly her eyes scanned the room. The patrons weren't bothered what so ever by her arrival, and she figured as much by her lack of announcement, though she wanted it that way. Anyone who knew of the Vampire council and territory, would recognize her cloak though. It was made of fine silk and furs, colored red, black and silver. It also had an unmistakable emblem on the left breast above the heart, which was shaped like a single drop of blood inside of a circle. 

Neveah's eyes eventually came to rest on two men behind the bar. One was shorter than the other, with reddish blonde hair and emerald green eyes. He had freckles littering his cheeks which were high and chiseled. He was fairly good looking for a human. The stench of wolf though came from the second man. He was extremely tall with dark black hair, similar to a ravens feather. It shone blue in some light while he moved, but in others was black as night. His eyes were blue and they matched the color of his skin tone well. His jaw line was precise and angular, which Neveah found a little weird considering his wolfish blood. Her eyes grazed across his face one more time before she noticed the points of his ears sticking out of the loose bits of his hair. She scoffed almost aloud, and began her short walk toward the bar counter. 

It had been so long since she were outside the castle, she nearly forgot how to introduce herself. [color=f7976a][i]"Good morn, gentlemen..."[/i][/color]