She hesitated outside the entrance, and drew the facial veil over her face, then the slouched hood over her tightly braided hair.<br/><br/>Rising to her full 5'7 height, she walked in straight to the bar and leaned against it, tapping her fingers along it's surface as she waited for service.<br/><br/>The information she'd been leaked was muddled, but deeply intriguing, and her instinct for a good lead -and even better story- had her now idle on an unfamiliar bar.  Her credentials -and a good amount of credit- were stowed carefully away in her slim, gray robes.  Just in case.  No thief could have extracted them, without a great amount of effort and shuffling through dozens of pockets.<br/><br/>The barkeep stopped near her, plunking down a drink to another patron and Liumius leaned forward and murmured, 'Wine, grape.  No swill.' Her fingers slid forward with the exact amount required under them in credit, -plus a tip for good measure.-  Liumius appreciated the simple things in life...like appreciating those who served, and what they could produce, when properly motivated.<br/><br/>Quickly a tall, pale pink glass was set before her and Liumius set herself to appreciating the drink, lifting her veil slightly to accomodate the glass.  It was passable.  She was aware of many others around her...including some that might be important...and she let the knowledge wash over her like a soft cloud.<br/><br/>Thus enveloped, she observed, never taking her eyes from the pale pink glass in her hands.