Lilith was entirely too happy when Olaf finally ambled off to the other side of the room to refill beer mugs and likely scold some individuals who managed to spill his stale draft. It was as if a heavy cloud moved away and let some proverbial sunlight peek through to reveal what the room had to offer. At first glance she decided that today was slim pickings as this shady establishment did not seem to have much by way of nobles or merchants. Those two were always her first choice of target, elevated far above the rest by the splendor and value of their possessions and the weight of their purses.<br/><br/>A couple of men sat in the corner, farmers by the looks of it and heavy in their drinks, grunting something about the poor harvest and how the king did nothing to ease the taxes. Over at the next table there was a rowdy group of… sell swords? Town guards? She couldn’t really tell. But judging by the bulk of their shoulders and bits of dented armor which they still wore, even if they lacked the swords to match it, they were with the militia. Just when she was starting to wonder whether this trip was worth it after all – she saw him. He was not unlike a breath of fresh air. With his posture straight and his amour ever so shiny, the drow was surprised that she had somehow managed to miss him at first. With that smirk on her face pulling her lips a little wider, she sized him up expertly. The well-kempt armor, the authoritative air, the sword - oh gods the sword,<i>the gemstone!</i>Was it an amethyst? Surely it could not be a ruby, of that size? With a deep sigh and nothing short of awe Lilith came to realize that she had just struck gold.<br/><br/>Their eyes likely met across the room, her own violet optics holding his blue ones. She hoped that the man did not notice her gaze searching him, but if he did - further hoped that he would misunderstand her intentions. Lilith noted that he left his cup behind. This was a mixed blessing as it indicated that the man was drinking already, but also a pity that he did not carry the alcohol with him. Well, nothing that could not be solved quite shortly.<br/><br/>The stranger took the liberty of sitting directly across from her, saving the drow a potentially awkward trip across the room to greet him herself. Luck was surely with her tonight - this was going to be<i>easy.</i>After the man inquired about her business, Lilith’s back left the semi-comfortable support of the chair and instead leaned in towards him. Her gloved hand pulled back the hood to reveal her comely face – high cheekbones and arched brows, full lips and smooth skin. White hair matched her slightly darker complexion remarkably well, she was sure to stand out in a crowd. The woman rested both elbows on the edge of the table and interlaced her fingers together.<br/><br/>“Oh, this woman is just traveling. With the weather getting worse I figured I should probably stop in for the night. Partake in a drink… And maybe some company.” Her voice would be as smooth as silk. She held his gaze for a minute or two before letting it pointedly drop to the empty spot upon the table in front of him.<br/><br/>“Would you care to share a drink with me?” The drow did not wait for his reply and took the liberty of summoning back the solemn owner of the establishment with a glance, a nod and a half-raised hand. The gloomy cloud that was the bartender approached their table once more and stood there expectantly, one hand holding several used mugs and the other fisted and resting at his hip.<br/><br/>“Please, would you care to bring my companion a drink?” A glance was stolen towards her mark to try and assess his level of sobriety. As far as Lilith was concerned, she would rather eer on the side of having him too drunk then not drunk enough. “Something strong, perhaps?” The drow smiled and turned her attention back to the blue-eyed stranger, trying to win his affirmation. The stronger the alcohol, the simpler this would be.