Calmina  strode into the tavern with her head bowed and her faded blue cloak covering her dark brown curls. Her boots echoed against the floor , she refused to peek through her hood at anyone and quietly made her way to a corner table. A wall lamp lightly casted a shadow of her sillouette against the wall, catching her own eye and distracting her concentration. She peered across the room towards the bar where she patiently waited for the barkeep to finish her current task. If anything, what mostly caught Calmina's attention was the two people making conversation not too far from her. She couldnt make out what they were saying but she wished dearly that they wouldnt notice her.<br/><br/>Calmina took her right arm and pulled back her sleeve revealing a nasty scar, twisted skin that was slightly discolored against her peach tone. Something about her arm worried her, it was shooting pains along the forearm like it always has. What was it? Why was it doing this? "Would you like anything to drink, ma'am?" A young woman who Calmina noticed to be the bartender was standing in front of her table with her hip jutted out to the right. Taking Cal' by suprised, she replied, "Oh..Ok uhm. I would like a little rum, no ice please. " She shooed the barkeep away with her hand , people scared her , and especially when they suprised her. The barkeeper didnt take long to retreive her drink, she tahanked the woman and slowly sipped the liquid. Strong. Dry. Good. Anything to keep the anxiety down.