The first woman to walk into the bar, following the noise of the renovations, was a slightly tanned Gilnean woman. She stood fairly tall and was wearing some thick leather armor over what looked like hunting gear, and eyepatch over her left eye as she sauntered into the drinking establishment. She shot curious glances around at all the staff, old and new, and smiled a bit to herself as she approached the bar. Her name was emblazoned on the large hunting rifle, nearly as long as she was tall, on her back. 'Marianne Brightwell.'<br/><br/>She ordered a drink and looked around once again. "How did I never notice this place?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>