A heart laugh, a friendly smile, and the taste of fresh ale.  What more could a man ask for? Ross was sitting at a table with his old friend Davis.  They had both decided to move to the new town for adventure and a promising future.  Not to mention they were both related to members of the council that ruled the town so they were pretty much forced  to move there.  Davis, a rough and well cut figure, drank from his pint, chuckeling again as he pulled the mug away.  "Those were good times mate," He said with a smile.  Ross laughed again and leaned back in his chair.  "I think our mothers would have disagreed," He said, grinning deviously.<br/><br/>The banter continued back in forth, as both men relived their childhood there at that table.  The hours passed before a woman walked into the tavern.   Ross couldn't help but look at her as she walked by his table.  She had a strange mystical beauty to her, but he couldnt quite place what was different about her.  Then it hit him, it was her eyes.  They had a mesmorising quality, as though she could hypnotise him just by looking at him.  Ross nodded towards her and Davis turned his head, "Well hello there," he whispered quietly, also clearly captivated by her.