<strong><em>His quick eyes took in all before him. The waver of the water, the look of shame in her eyes, the fluidity of her movements. He took another sip of his drink, his eyes measuring her over the glass. He did not know what to make of this woman. She was not human, that much was clear. But she had not any of the smells or looks of any other race he had encountered either. This made her an unknown. He didn't like unknowns. They tended to muck things up for him.</em></strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Alrigh', Cia. And I'm here for naught more than a cool drink an' perhaps a chance to find a job to keep a body busy.</span></span><br/><br/><strong><em> His glass was emptied and he lifted a finger towards the barkeep, who rushed over to fill his cup. Draven reached into his pocket and pulled out three gold coins passing them to the bar keep. His pouch jingled with the weight of coin</em></strong>[/i]<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"That should about cover the tab I ran up last time, yea?"</span></span><br/><br/><strong><em>With a smile and nod, the barkeep left and Draven placed his gaze back onto her, unwavering. His composure was cool and calm, not giving an inch as to who he might be or what to expect.</em></strong>[/i]