Rhonda
*Crisp snow lines the well traveled roads while the sun works to prevent the soft white from turning into ice. The path from the Capitol to the neighboring towns and villages are long as they are winding, yet they are paths that must be taken. But respite is always found as small roadside inns make themselves known. Signs plastered along the paths, letting poor travelers know that there is a place for them... There is always a place for then. Stables, booze and food alike always at the ready for this who have taken up the adventuring life. Even for the pesky merchants who often complain in expectation of servants who should ready themselves to jump at every command.*

*Yet in the inn leading to Marsalus, merry laughter and exciting sights are nowhere to be found. As the wooden door is opened, indicated by a single hanging bell. A few heads turn, even fewer caring little as they are more occupied by the meals on their tables. What is there to be noted of, of a woman anyways? In her hands are stacks of what seems to be papers. She is awfully underdressed too and the fur that lines the hem of her skirt is old, tattered. Yet she has made a trek out this far and for what? To deliver papers?*

"You can leave them on the front." *The elder barkeep groans, not even looking her direction.*

*But when she pulls off her hood to reveal and exhausted expression full of woe. His eyebrow raises and a gasp escapes his lips as he sees the contents on the paper. A missing child, a touchy subject that seldom comes up. But when it does... That means true monsters are lurking about and danger is afoot. With hushed whispers, he ushers her closer. The most the inn-keep can do is allow her to hang them on the quest billboard and signs. That she must pray that someone is willing to pick them up. But...*

"Are you sure the details are correct?" *The elder asks as his fingers traces over the location written on the paper.*

"I am positive... He wouldn't stop speaking about the wood-" *Suddenly the woman is silenced from the rapid hushing from the man. If there is one thing that is not to be, it is to speak of the forbbiden woods just south of here. The very woods that neighbor Marsalus nearby, the woods where souls go to get lost.*

"You can put them up... But I am sorry miss. Do not expect takers with the reward so low. You know that place is off limits." *He huffs with a shake to his head. His words are cruel but there are truths to be found in them.*
Larry
It was rare Eliza stepped foot outside during the day, her unholy condition leaving her vulnerable while embraced in its warm rays. The tall, intimidatingly beautiful woman wore a black, tight dress made of lace. Her face hidden behind a shadowy veil, to shield herself from the dastardly rays being down down upon her. Jewelry and chains adorned her body, making a metallic jingle as she walked down the road. Eliza walked with purpose, as if she owned the earth that she walked upon, her stiletto heels leaving a sharp triangle print in the snow as she stomped down the roads. 

The roads were as busy as ever, the air smelled of booze, food, and other human pleasantries, all of which were of no interest to Eliza. Noctis had told her about a certain witch, *The Twilight Witch* He had said, her title alone intrigued her. *A witch?* Eliza could make use of a witch. Her eyes keen for any pointy hats, did witches still wear such things? The vampires pacing was abruptly stopped at the sight of an inn, more interestingly, a familiar scent coming from within. Noctis mentioned a soft scent of rosemary that accompanied the Twilight Witch. She had smelled it on the man when they met.

With a ring of the bell the door swung open, Eliza stood before the entrance as it swung open. She stood so still, so postured, that it seemed like the door swung open on its own. Eliza took a few steps into the tavern, laying eyes upon the source of the potent aroma. Eliza made her way over, her steps slow and methodical. Once behind Esme, Eliza spoke.

"Are you, *Esme?*" The woman's voice was refined, almost outdated. Her expression was polite, a welcoming smile painted upon her porcelain face.
Rhonda
*The sweet aroma mixed with the bitter smell of alcohol swirls in the air in an uncoordinated dance. Far in the back is the root trail, with a backside turned towards the door. Silence washing over the central room as the winds howl upon swinging open, Eliza has found her target. Different faces turn to look towards her, a few elderly men even daring to smirk the woman as if undressing her from their gazes alone. But none are bold enough to speak to her let alone intrude on her path forward. Everyone keeps to themselves and in the back, in the corner. A smaller frame hunched over with a hood.*

*The scent is strong at this table and o' so beautiful. With the faint sound of chimes swinging back and forth as the strangers head is turned. Revealing a soft freckled face, bright eyes that appear to hold the worlds sun in her gaze. Gentle features paired with ivory porcelain skin and soft rose colored hair. Its length is nothing to scoff at, and if it were not put in a loose side braid. It would easily span nearly three and a half feet long. A gaze of confusion present and her pink lips quiver as the words cannot form sentences, half sounds stuttering as she attempts to make sense of the approach. She is quite decorated. Ruby drop earrings paired with white gold rings and a necklace to match. It would be easy to mistake her for a noble if she wasn't in an establishment like this.*

"Ah..." *She starts, closing the journal that she likely was writing in, in front of her.*
"I am Esme. Are you seeking medical assistance or potions?"

*The woman's voice is melodic. Each word is practically sung with a softness that can only be described as a serene whisper. It is soothing to the ears and as she comes to a stand, her height matches the gentleness of her appearance. Sat next to her is a small bag of an assortment of vials, likely the potions she has just offered. It's clear she is used to getting recognized, at least as a merchant.*

"Or both... Many seek both." *She hums, her gaze shifting for a moment before returning back to the proud woman in front of her with a smile.*
"Whatever can I do for you?"