The door of the tavern was taking a beating tonight as it burst open yet again. In prowled a slim, female Drow, average in height and surprisingly dressed in garb typical to the Druids from the nearby forest. She wore hide armor, trimmed in furs and carried a wicked looking scimitar on her belt. Three rabbits were hanging limply from the opposite side of the belt, which earned almost as many hungry stares as the silver that had floated into the air moments ago. She cast her pale, icy eyes around the room staring down anyone who looked for too long.<br/><br/>Lara approached the bar and pushed her thick, white hair over her shoulder. She had always hated the stern look of having her hair pulled back. Her mother often forced a rigid appearance on her as a child so as a form of rebellion let her hair flow loose around her shoulders. It had the surprising effect of making her face appear much softer than a lot of Drow women. It would probably look a lot kinder if she smiled too, but Lara was not one for making friends easily. The fierce expression she wore kept all but the bravest or drunkest admirers away. The rabbits hit the smooth, wooden top of the bar with a soft thud and the bar keep gave her an apprehensive look. "Lara." He said with a minute nod. "Same as usual?" He asked cautiously, he had been on the wrong side of the Druid before and didn't care to repeat the experience.<br/><br/>She gave a curt nod and turned to look around the bar again. Her eyes landed on the group of strangers sitting in the middle of the room. It was painfully obvious none of them were locals, the woman however fit the description given to her by one of the other guards. She was supposedly recruiting for a task and Lara wanted to know what it was. If it helped keep the blasted bandits away from her forest and from ransacking the meager supplies she protected she wanted in on it regardless of the pay. The barkeep handed her a small satchel of supplies and took the rabbits back to the kitchen. His best paying customers likely to get some meat in their stew finally.<br/><br/>The Drow approached the table and dropped into a seat across from the woman soldier. "Are you the one looking for fighters?" She demanded, clearly not big on friendly conversation, Lara got right to the point. "I want in on whatever you have planned." She stated, staring across the table with a hint of a glower.