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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."

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"Thieving and wizards and near death experiences?" He chuckles. "Well, you certainly seem to have lived a rich and varied life."

"Half of it by others' design. I'm a creature of simple needs, Eros. It's the rest of the world that seems to complicate my life."

"You don't seem to mind much, though," he notes.

She swivels so she can lean back against the bar.

"It keeps life from ever being dull," she says, half-smiling. "Every time I think I'll go mad from boredom or routine some grand and epic adventure comes along and sits itself in my lap."

"Ahhh," Eros says, with a knowing nod. "You're a hero, aren't you?"

Shadow snorts loudly and shakes her head. "Hardly. I'm usually along for a chance at whatever loot finds its way into my purse. No, my friends are the hero types."

"Oh, so you're a reluctant hero," Eros says, smirking a little.

Shadow has something of a disgruntled expression on her face. This is alleviated by the arrival of two tiny cut-crystal cups of dark purple liquid.

"I'm no hero," she repeats with a mischievous grin. Raises one of the cups. "To new friends."

"To new friends," Eros says, and raises his own. He takes a sip of the drink, and pulls a face.

"Erm... interesting."

She downs her own and flushes a little, smiling. "A few doses of that'll put a battle-seasoned warrior flat on his back."

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