Though Sbatarra would have most likely preferred to have a bed, this was a human establishment; thoguh folks like dwarves or elves or even half-orcs may have been welcomed readily enough, like Hells they were going to let a<i>drow</i>sleep among them. A race known to be almost exclusively composed of people more comparable to monsters than actual people? The idea of anyone letting them near was downright laughable. But, such is life.<br/><br/>Her search led her to an alleyway that, in the cover of the night, was darker than her own skin, providing her a perfect sanctuary. Even her being invisible was completely unnecessary, though keeping it activated would not hurt a thing.<br/><br/>During the few hours that she slept, Sbatarra was left almost completely undisturbed. Almost, only because she would wake up with a small cat in her lap that had silver, gray and white fur all over it as though it was a ball of fluff. He had nothing one could rightly call a tail, just a tuft at the end of his haunches. Upon her own awakening, the dark elf's amber eyes would end up meeting the yellow orbs of the cat, if but for a moment, before it leapt from her lap and walked away.<br/><br/>The time of day was nearly midnight when Sbatarra had awoken, and both Aura and Arga spiraled about directly above the landscape. It was time to go.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>