Time period: Medieval times<br/>Location: Random tavern in a quaint village<br/><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Rainie:<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa55/Alexus_075/Decorated%20images/1152213980612bh1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></div></div><br/><br/>It was a brisk evening, the wind chilly and rain threatened. It was the time between sunset and nightfall when most villagers retreat inside. The sky was tinged violet and the air smelled of earth and grass, as well as the salt of the port nearby. Vendors and shoppers had long since packed up and gone home since the sun had disappeared behind the mountains so far in the distance. The villageâ€™s roads and paths were all unpaved, not even with cobble or gravel. Chickens and dogs meandered about freely, as well as stray cats and the occasional wandering goat.<br/><br/>The tavern itself was nestled in midst of the port village, near the water so the smell of fish also frequented everyoneâ€™s nostrils from time to time. It seemed to be a hastily constructed building of various different breeds of wood. Oak and pine mixed in with the beech and redwood. The bar was to the left of the entryway, and tables of mismatching styles were scattered about without much uniformity. A staircase leading to the upper floor was to the right, and a fireplace resided on the farthest wall. The upper floor consisted of a handful of rentable rooms with no more than a table and a cot, where travelers often stayed for a few nights before continuing on their journeys.<br/><br/>At one table was a group of raucous sailors, and one could question their moral. They struck the woman at the bar to be more like pirates than anything else. She sat alone and silent, sipping at her port every so often. She was hunched forward, with elbows braced on the counter, in a stance that clearly said<span style="font-style: italic">Do not pay me any mind.</span>Despite this, she was difficult to miss. She wore a maroon colored cloak about her shoulders that draped around her and the stool on which she was perched. Her hair was a vibrant color that was the exact shade of blood, and it was so long that when pulled up into a high ponytail, the length still reached her hips. This fact, added to her stormy violet eyes, shining steel armor, coiled whip, and the wolf laying at her feet...she was kinda hard to miss. Never mind the other blades and knives she had hidden on her person, as well as the spring-loaded one in the brace on her wrist.<br/><br/>The ebony wolf with the bright blue eyes was lying behind her stool with the boredest expression an animal can have on its face possible. The girl herself was staring blankly at her cup, thinking of nothing but how wretchedly uneventful the past week had been. She hadnâ€™t had decent fight in maybe a fortnight and hadnâ€™t run into any amusing conflicts since then.<br/><br/>With a sigh, she tossed her head back and took a deep daft of her port, and asked the bar tender for another.