<strong><em>Draven watched this odd looking woman wander into the tavern. Giving her a look-over he raised an eyebrow, sitting somewhat in the dark. She had piqued his interest with the way she looked, but what caught him most was the smell of fresh clean water flowing from her. It had a slightly soothing effect to him. He hated the smells of this place. The rank of industry and pollution. He decided to watch her a little longer, keeping his eyes on the few that were too deep in their alcohol already as well.</em></strong>