It was gloomy and chilly outside. The air was still and charged,<i>heavy</i>, whispering promises of rain and possibly thunder to any who cared to listen. Lilith, for one, did not. She had other things to worry about then a damp cloak and possibly soggy shoes. Oh no, she had much bigger ambitions tonight then staying<i>in</i>for fear of getting her hair wet. She had her eyes on the prize.<br/><br/>The woman pushed her way into the tavern with her hood drawn up and all her possessions safely tucked out of sigh. To any who looked it was just another traveler, travel stained and a little dusty, with a thick wool cloak and an air about her that made it easy to blend in with the shadows. The tall stranger slipped her way over to the counter and slid within one of the tall, wooden chairs where she made herself quite comfortable with her legs crossed and elbows pressed against the roughly polished, wooden counter. The bartender eyed her with a healthy doze of suspicion before walking over to this new arrival, one meaty hand holding a tall glass and while the other one wiped it with dirty looking rag. One could not tell if he was actually getting the glass any cleaner or just smearing the grease around it. The broad-shouldered man did not even need to ask the stranger what it is that she wanted, the gravity of his presence alone made the unspoken question clear.<br/><br/>“Juice.” Lilith told him plainly, not bothering to take off her hood. Despite her best attempts the barkeep was still able to spy a sliver of skin between her embroidered sleeves and leather gloves and could distinguish the general shade of her skin within the shadows of her hood. Her skin was a few shades darker than most with a blue undertone.<i>A drow</i>. His grip on the cup tightened but he was not about to start a commotion over one unusual straggler.<br/><br/>“What kind?” He asked impatiently. “I got ale, rum, beer. Got some whiskey in the back but it will cost you.”<br/><br/>“… Orange.” The woman corrected him after an awkward pause. She could hardly fault him for making *that* association given the nature of the establishment, and at this point was wondering if the man would even have something of that nature. Perhaps ordering water would have been the safer choice but then again paying for water was just… silly.<br/><br/>The barkeep graced her with one final weighty glance and sever squeaks from his polished glass. For a solid minute the woman was quite convinced that perhaps she had been a little<i>too</i>bold and within the next few minutes she would be greeting the brisk outside air, but eventually the man grunted his reply and, miraculously, produced a tall glass of what appeared to be milk. Lilith sniffed at the rim of the cup suspiciously. It was definitely milk.<br/><br/>Not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, despite her personal preference regarding<i>cow juice</i>, the woman slipped a few coopers across the table for the man’s trouble. There, now that she was all settled, Lilith breathed a sigh of relief when big Olaf behind the counter wondered off to help some other lost soul who found themselves outside past sundown.<br/><br/>With the corners of her mouth perked up, she stole a few glances around the room. All she had to do was find some rich, distracted, potentially<i>drunk</i>target and she would be set. For the next few weeks, at any rate. No more sleeping in the stables, Lilith thought longingly, while brushing a few random strands of straw from her long, paper white hair. No more pillaging the neighboring farmer’s crops and trying to cook turnips over a fire. And – definitely no more cow juice, she reflected, after taking a single sip of the subtly sour beverage and placing it back upon the counter with a healthy doze of disdain.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------​</div><br/>Rules of engagement:<br/><br/>1)	  This is a long-term plot. I have been writing for many years and cherish nothing more then long-standing stories. If you are not planning to stick around, this might not be the rp for you.<br/><br/>2)	  Quality over quantity, but quantity does count. I am not going to count paragraphs, let alone words, but please be descriptive. I can only write as good as I get and if you cannot paint a clear picture the story might suffer.<br/><br/>3)	  I am looking predominantly for a good plot. Combat or some more… adult content can be a wonderful addition to the story but please remember that it’s meant to be a spice, not the main dish.<br/><br/>4)	  If you like my writing but wish to pursue a different story, feel free to contact me in PMs.<br/><br/>5)	  If you’re still with me and your character is 3-dimensional, imperfect, not a pushover and is compelling, by all means – please hop in!