(no subject)

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

The front door of the bar opens and brings with it a tumult of music, raised voices and the fine sounds of a marketplace on a summer's day.

The petite woman who saunters in after the noise pauses and looks around, hands on her hips. Black eyes sparkle mischievously as she takes in her surroundings.

"Well, this isn't the Fortune-be-damned Guildhouse, to be sure."

Comments

[ember_eleven]

[ooc: Another elf! Glee!]