Name: Jessamyne<br/>Location: bar<br/>Tags: Nick Voss (& Revenent)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">The orc brought another amber bottle to the bar, the top popped in front of her before sliding it across the bar top toward her without bothering to ask if she needed a glass. She already fished out payment for it, but the satyr slid onto the stool beside where she stood and held up payment between her own and the orc's large hand. The bartender looked at her, waiting for the nod from her as she pushed the bills back into her pocket. She took a long sip of the cold crisp liquid before glancing sideways at the satyr with a slight grin. He was looking for information in the wrong place. She had no love-loss for satyrs, but she also had no real liking for them. They went hand-in-hand of sorts for elves. Not so much anymore these days...but she remembered the past... The races were out of the forest and into the cities now though.<br/><br/><em>"No...you saw me go upstairs. That's all you saw."</em> She raised a brow slightly to him, leaning her side against the bar, her eyes toward the kitsune. She was going to have to go back up and have a reason for it. <em>"Unfortunately I have no information for you other than what I've heard about our 'mysterious employer'...Thanks for the drink though..."</em> She smiled playfully to him before pushing from the bar, drink in hand as she walked back toward the stairs, her hips swaying slightly as she walked.<br/><br/>The kitsune wasn't moving from the base of the stairs. <em>"He's expecting me..." </em></span></span>