<span style="font-weight: bold">At the Eye of the Witch,</span><br/><br/>The occasional creaks of wood above the ceiling shift into a pattern detectable as footsteps. The creaks shift towards the stairwell, and a woman descends. Auburn hair frames a pale face and blue eyes, she wears a silver-gray silken dress, slit up each side to allow her legs to move. Black leggings, and boots, as well as a dark grey travelers cloak complete her atire. Her gait is oddly smooth for a human, she more glides than walks down the stairs.<br/><br/>"Forgive my interruption, but I could not help but take note of your interest in the Cathedral as I was browsing the selection of hats. I must admit, I am quite curious, not only of this place, but why you two have interest in this place."<br/><br/>The woman crosses the floor and sits at the bar, leaving the companions some space, but clearly interested in anything said.<br/><br/>"Syrenis may I have one of what our faery friend is drinking? Oh, and I suppose I should introduce my self, My name is Arina. Sorceress at your disposal."