Faelyn stood behind the raised back of the bar when she looked up to see the woman enter, and the air of the pub shifted a bit. Her head tilted a bit sending her lower back length of red-hair shifting over her shoulders. She quickly recovered as she served Mr. Andersen a pint of Guinness. Her movements were graceful and dancer-akin as smiled at him, promising the 75-year-old man that she would save her hand for him before moving down the bar to help the next customer.<br/><br/>Faelyn's bright green eyes glanced at the mystery woman in one of the darker corners of the pub, she knew her from somewhere.  She watched as Aine, her server served the woman. Aine was only younger than Faelyn by 7 months, and they had grown up in the same little village.  Aine was dressed casually in jeans and a tank top for the summer heat, with long blond hair pony-tailed and still ran down to her mid-back. Oak Creek Village had always been her home, she shifted her attention back to the customer, setting the shot of whiskey and pouring one for herself.  "Sláinte!<b>" </b>And she threw back the shot with a little scrunch of the nose.  "Pardon me."<br/><br/>She smiled stepped down from the raised back of the bar, showing her full height of 4'9'' and 100 lbs as she moved across the room, pausing every so often at another table. Sharing a kind word or asking how customers time was going, as she made her way across the room. She wore low-cut jeans and a black t-shirt that showed just a bit of skin between the garments. No makeup, bra, or nail polish... but she had an almost androgynous look, except for the red curls that cascaded down around her face. "Good Evening... Welcome to the Raven, I'm Faelyn."