<b>Re: The Magician's Apprentice (Leaquad, Qedesha, doom)</b><br/><br/>From the docks a large group of sailors come abling down the cobblestone street. They sing sea shanties, and are generally in a good mood. They are a diverse lot having large men of scandanavian and african heritage, small men of asian heritage, and all sorts of those in between. There are around twenty of them and as they approach Tabitha can hear conversations among them about how much they have gotten paid and what they plan to spend their money on, which mostly entails drinking and whoring.<br/><br/>As they approach her white clothing stands out even in the moonlight and there are some appreciative cat calls and wolf whistles. None of them actually approach her, but they make lewd comments about her young body, about how red heads are supposedly great in bed, and other less savory things as well.<br/><br/>They open the door to the ramshackle tavern and the smell of the place blows out at her, a mixture of stale beer, stale urine, some kind of salted meat, and other things she cannot quiet distinguish. If she casts an olfactory enhancing spell she will be able to pick out wet fur, stronger drinks like whisky and vodka, the oder of rotting teeth, the smell of very cheap perfume, and the like. Her eyes can see into the tavern now as the gaslights are on and the party seems to be in full swing. There are a few women, dressed in the typical whore's red and perhaps 4 dozen men. If the place were to catch on fire it would burn them all easily as the wooden structure has fatlighter for insulation and there is only one way in or out that she can surmise.<br/><br/>The door is left adjar, seeming to becone her forward and at the same time scream out for her to run away and never look back. A low growl from the alleyway behind her alerts her to the presence of a very large canine who seems to be guarding its territory. His increased adjitation is further incintive for her to make her decision quickly.