*A sultry elven female, long raven black hair and crystal blue eyes, walks confidently into the Inn, and up to the bar. She nods at the barkeep; he brings to her a bottle of wine and a single glass* "Not a fit day for man nor beast, aye Crista?"
*She had taken the bottle and poured herself a full glass, then glanced up as she heard his words* "Twas a fine day for killing" *Was all she said. She raised her glass, sipped at her wine, and stared at the mirror lining the bar wall.*