The lights of the town shimmered in the scattered rainfall, slowing the bustle to a somber march; save for one. A young woman, silken blond locks and ivory skin weaved between frowns and sopping cloaks. She clutched something small in her hand, moving with steps reminiscent of a dance amongst the depressing crowds. Her features danced in the flickering lights, sharp, statuesque, echoes of elven blood. She wore little more than a wrap of colored cloth, her bare feet leaving near-nothing in the way of tracks. She seemed to ignore the rain, though she had simply grown accustomed to it, her home island didn't get much rain that wasn't a hurricane, so she enjoyed the gentle rainfalls of the city. The light and bustle of the tavern acted as a beacon, drawing much more than moths.<br/><br/>Delphine entered the tavern, more than a few people glanced to see the nearly bare form of the young bard. She smiled wickedly, admiring her own hypnotic effects before leaning her head back and shaking her pale, golden strands free of the water than clung to them. Brushing her hair back, revealing her deep, almost ebony eyes, she looked around, and saw little more than the usual: poor drunkards and a pissy bar wench. She moved through the tables in the same enticing dance she used to weave amongst the gloomy, cloaked denizens outside. Her bare feet tracked the steps in muddy rhythm to the bar, where she flashed a sweet smile to the overbearing hag.<br/><br/>"Hello, Reta, I love your hair tonight." Her umber eyes sparkled in the light, as she mock-reached for the dry, dismal curls. Her compliment was met with a barren stare and little more than a grunt.<br/><br/>"What'll ya be havin'?"<br/><br/>"Oh Reta, don't be so cold," Delphine crossed her arms under her bust, leaning her elbows on the bar. "...was Ghaleon mean to you again?" The eager ear could hear sincerity, but her sarcasm flowed like poison. "Don't mind him." She opened the small pouch she clutched, and dipped her fingers in lightly, pulling out a few matching silver coins. "Can I get a glass of wine, and some bread, please?" She smiled warmly at her.<br/><br/>Reta gritted her teeth, but accepted the coins, and turned to get Delphine's order. Delphine, likewise, turned to see her companions at the table. Her warm smile faded, and she donned a more somber view, making her way to the table. Upon reaching the table, she looked to Ghaleon, "There's an old saying where I come from... Naraka edainmeroo tua naraka sereg... Bitter women pour bitter ale... though a slightly looser translation exists in the common tongue... 'I would have poisoned you by now if I were her.'" She pulled an empty chair from another table, and sat. Her sharp features still damp from the rain, her barely-there clothing clinging to her form, but revealing little more than intended.<br/><br/>She glanced around the table, "Sorry I'm late," Reta brought a plate with two slices of bread and a goblet of wine, "thank you, dear..." she smiled, accepting the food and drink. She set the bread down, taking a sip of wine, "Though I'm curious as to the nature of this impromptu gathering." She took a bite of bread, letting it sit on her tongue for a moment before eating it. She stared at Ghaleon... she despised heavy moods, but felt as though it was unavoidable given the unusual circumstances.