Character - Silvarie<br/>Gender - Female<br/>Occupation - Priestest and Apothecary<br/><br/><br/>A woman shouldered the doors of the Den open, quickly making her way inside. She was young, maybe in her mid twenties. Her features were clearly elven in nature, but the long, pointy ears of her kind were not to be seen, hidden behind sheets of pale blond hair perhaps. She wore simple jewelry on her person. Small pear-shaped jade earrings and a silver locket in the shape of a book. What she lacked in bust, she more than made up for with hips. This caused her robes to fit somewhat oddly around her curves. Wearing simple cloth robes of white, edged in blue that clung to the outside of her arms, leaving her slender shoulders bare. Her hands were stained various shades of green, and her nails were almost frightfully dirty.  The belt about her hips carried several objects. Small leather pouches tied shut. Some carried bottles but the contents of the rest were unknown. Two daggers were also present, one on each side, and a small, leather bound book bounced against the left side of her bottom as she walked.<br/><br/>Startlingly green eyes would flicker around the unfamiliar tavern before heading over to an empty table, carefully moving the book before she sat down with a low, grateful grunt. She instantly folded her arms across the table before bowing her head, resting it atop them.<br/><br/>"Exhausting. Why are those stupid plants have to grow on the TOP of the mountain?" She complains to herself, musing outloud.<br/><br/>Lifting her head again as she rubbed her neck, she turned her attention to the many patrons that were going about their business inside. She had been in the middle of wondering what sorts of people were about her when a loud rumbling issued from her stomach. Wrapping both hands about her middle, and looking embarrassed, she turned her head this way and that to see about ordering some food.<br/>