The sounds vibrated through the wooden planks under her feet, once more a alarm of sorts, telling her that something was coming her way.  Still yet she sat on her stool at the bar, ordering no drink and her gaze leveled to the counter. There was a tap of her index finger on the counter, counting the careful paces he was taking before there was a pause and no sound followed for the passing seconds.<br/><br/>Her eyes rose to peer through that veil of darkness that shrouded her face by the hood of her cloak. Looking to the tender a moment before she turned about on the stool to gaze at the being.<br/><br/>"Sorry the word of my living upsets you, maybe next time they will have to be a little more.... thorough in the attempt..."<br/><br/>The words carried the taint of her own disappointment at seeing this figure again. Her hands rose up slowly, palms out, showing there was no weapon within her grasp, but that didn't mean there wouldn't be at some point in this meeting. Pushing back the hood of her cloak so that he completely saw her now, there was a hushed silence over the tavern as eyes turned their way for a split second and then changed direction to their drinks.<br/><br/>"Planning to buy me a drink now?"<br/><br/>Years had passed since they fought for the same cause... to the extent, both their motives and reasons were different. Later on the altercation had finally fallen, and in a drunk stupor they had wielded weapons at one another. Since that time, years had passed since that meeting... til now...