Tracy
The tall women pulled back the veil covering her undead visage. Eliza's face was like a gothic painting spring to life. Her pale glass like skin softly glowing in the dim lighting of the room. Her almond shaped eyes housing crimson rubies draped in thick eyelashes. Her lips blood soaked cushions concealing unnaturally long fangs, which were visible to a discerning eye when she spoke. 

Her eyes darted around the girl before her, she smirked as the girl struggled to compose herself. A trait she found charming, almost endearing. Eliza found Esme's attire impressive, she especially fancied her ruby earrings. 

Eliza's face lit up with amusement when the witch spoke. *Medical assistance* She thought, how hilarious a proposition that was. Potions, on the other hand made Eliza raise a brow. Eliza then noticed the alchemical ingredients beside the witch, so they were similar like Noctis had told her. Eliza's eyes danced around the vast array of ingredients, she had quite the impressive display. Eliza couldn't even recognize some of the ingredient that laid out on the table before her. Eliza then cleared her throat politely before speaking. 

"A certain,-" Eliza paused, struggling to find the words to describe her thoughts. "Man... Noctis, sent me to find you." She looked irritated at the mere thought of the Demi-god, it infuriated her to even think she was taking orders from somebody other than herself. Noctis had sent her to *Prove her loyalty to the crew* Like paying for all their expenses wasn't enough, *Men* She thought. "He believes you could make use of my, expertise?" She spoke with an inquisition in her voice, a modest grin creeping up her face as she finished speaking. 

Eliza then noticed she could feel the woman's arcane spirit radiate from her like an unstoppable aura, who was this *Twilight Witch*
Rhonda
*As Eliza speaks to her, Esme figures it is best to follow decorum if this is a possible client. So she pulls down her hood and her hair comes sprawling out like a seabed of flowers. Though most of it is still in that loose braid, strands properly frame her face. As if needing to breath, she can finally feel the stuffiness of the hood fading. Something that her ears can appreciate, Eliza now sounds more clear. Even when the woman looks towards her items Esme continues to assume she is here on business, most that approach her are. Which is why see begins to beam, her lips curled upwards as she turns to fiddle with her things. Sounds of vials clanging together, herbs hanging from their appropriate sachel.*

*The woman is quite beautiful, unnatural so. Yet Esme knows no better though she has seen a vampire or two in her time. Her expertise are fae, not the undead. Which is why she is none the wiser to the woman's looks. Good thing Esme keeps beauty concoctions with her. Surely that is what Eliza has come for.*

*But then her hands come to a halt just as she is about to pull out a skin cream. Wrapped away in a beautiful package, in fact everything Esme owns is indicated with a red ribbon and care. Her potions not only stand out, but they are equally beautiful to the witch and her craftmanship shows. Unfortunate it is that they are soon put away as Esme's ears perk to the name and her brow furrows. Just how long has it been since she seen Noctis? Give or take a month perhaps, no less than that. Esme is never one to forget a face or a name. He helped her in the woods but she was not in dire straight then. So why would he send someone to assist her?*

"I apologize but-" *Esme stops, now looking around at the room.*

*While most patrons do not care to listen in. Both girls have an over worldly beauty and charm about them. One soft and endearing, the other sensual and bold in appearance. Esme's reputation, her identity... It must not be revealed by any means and should Noctis had sent for her. She would understand. But again, she questions why he sent anyone to assist her- to assist her in what exactly? With a sheepish smile she gestures Eliza to take a seat at her table, her eyes flickering over towards the woman who continues to whisper with fliers in her hands.*

"But what exactly did he say? I know this seems abrupt- it is. But I... Wh-who might you be?"

*It is clear she is flustered and given Eliza's appearance did not come to be expected. The witch continues to stammer and trip over her own words. They clumsy, unable to commit to one true sentence as her tone fluctuates. The witch isn't offended but confusion holds her tongue tighter than a chain to a lock. It's clear she is distrustful as her gaze is quite wary. She needs explainations and it is obvious she is a bit uncomfortable. Oh the pains of socializing. This is the part Esme hates the most as she always makes things awkward- too late, it's awkward now.*
Tracy
Eliza's smile faded as Esme froze, motioning her over towards the table and crossing her legs once sat. She rested her slender arms atop the table, her fingers tapping the surface in a rhythmic fashion. The tapping of her nails creating a metallic sound as each nail touched the wooden table.Eliza looked up towards the witch, her crimson eyes scanning her with precision. Her body language was easy to read, as Esme ushered Eliza towards the table she could notice her urgency, how uncomfortable she was. How her hair bounced as she frantically sat at the table. When Esme asked her question, Eliza grinned wide.

"I am-" She paused " A patron of his, we have a sort of deal you see" She then glanced over to the woman whispering, Eliza could hear her clearly, even if the woman's voice was weak and quiet. 

Eliza then sighed, a wave of defeat apparent on her face. "I don't think he trusts me, how rude he is" Her voice had an ounce of comedy, it was clear to her *Why* He didn't trust her. Why she couldn't trust him, they danced a dangerous game of predators, but she would play along for now. 

The men around the tavern began to whisper as Eliza spoke, she stuck out like a sore thumb. The countess was dressed in noble like clothes, her body adorned in expensive jewels. A peculiar group of men across the room from Eliza and Esme seemed to be eyeing them like a prize.

"I'm sorry for finding you like this... I know it's strange. But he" She groaned "I don't have a choice" Her voice harboring a hint of defeat.
Rhonda
*Esme is still unsure of what to make of this information. So Noctis has sent someone to her so that they may be tested? Esme finds herself to see character without bias, this is true. But surely he could have sent for someone closer to him? Someone he trusts whole heartedly. Esme doesn't believe herself worthy of such tasks but again, Eliza is here before her so she doesn't have a choice. Swallowing down an imaginary lump that dares to form in her throat. She takes a deep breath, listening to the woes of the woman. Clearly the two do not get along- no, that's not it. But there is an obvious disdain in her voice. Whether or not it is genuine however, is an entirely different matter.*

*But it is not Esme's business.*

"I-I see..." *The witch stutters, her gaze flickering towards the patrons who sometimes accidentally meet her own.*

*Not good, she cannot have this conversation with so many watching. It would be too dangerous and as a sheepish smile forms on her lips again. Esme decides that her private corner just isn't private enough. She has heard the woman's story and she does hope that Eliza did not travel far. But there are certain chances she cannot afford to take, thus, the woman must travel again. So Esme comes to a stand, pulling up her hood to conceal her strawberry pink hair. Her gaze wary though she seems at least confident enough to guide Eliza, gesturing her to follow.*

"I think it is best we have this conversation... In a place more suitable. My shop is nearby, I will get potions for your husband in no time." *Esme nervously chuckles.*

*Her words do not match her expression and they make little sense to what Eliza has just told her. But in truth it is a cover up. Esme clearly doesn't want anyone knowing who she is. Not even Noctis has a full scope of her being. Which is why with an open palm, she smiles. Trying to indirectly tell Eliza that they need to be out of here, out of prying eyes and listening ears. If judgement is to be casted, then it must be done securely. This isn't just about her either. Talks of witchcraft, demi-gods, godhood and ever changing ambition will only bring trouble. Esme knows the type of men who live here. It is not just her beauty that they wish to conquer and now there are two targets.*

*But she cannot help but mentally pray to herself:*

***For all things great in the world, do not get offended over the implied marital status! Go with it! Go with it! Go with it!!!*** *The poor girl screams in her head.*