<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/RrZW2HJ.jpg)</div>Syndra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303931.msg14841579#msg14841579)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Syndra was not a fan of crowds.  But they had money.  If she was to fill her belly with something other than rat meat this seemed like the place.  Of course, even with such a clientele, Syndra knew she'd stick out like a sore thumb.  So, as she sat in one corner with her delicate hands clutching an oversized mug of water, she was shrouded in a heavy cloak that hid her appearance.  A keen observer might have noted the red colour of her skin where her gloves didn't cover them, or the odd-shape of her head caused by the horns beneath the massive hood.<br/><br/>She lifted her head slightly at the commotion, careful not to dislodge her hood.  An escort?  Money was money, but would any trust her kind enough to hire her?  She frowned, then stood.  She looked like a leper, or an old crone, and she trudged across the room.  She avoided the crowd deftly though, twisting and melting through it with more grace than either of those she might have resembled.<br/><br/>"How much are you paying?"  She rasped at the old woman, her normally high and pleasant voice as rough and coarse as she could make it.  Her entire body was shrouded in her cloak, and she had even gone so far as to shove her gloved hands up the opposite sleeves.