Silva gave the tavern door a shove and stepped on through. A wave of warm air poured over her body and the familiar aromas of roasting meat and ale teased her senses. The tavern room was large, brightly lit, humid and now beginning to swell with the evening crowd. The Grey Mare was an inn and tavern with a good reputation in the city, a reputation for good ale and food, clean beds and also for being popular with travellers, adventurers, thieves and scoundrels. However, the Mare could be quite dangerous late at night, hence why the inn rooms could be bolted from the inside.<br/><br/>(http://img716.imageshack.us/img716/3212/swordswoman.jpg) (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/716/swordswoman.jpg/)<br/><br/>As she stood there in the threshold of the doorway a moment, Silva slowly scanned the room. To many she might have seemed to be looking for someone in particular, but in truth Silva was looking for anyone who could be a potential mark… or a threat. The half-elven adventuress, rogue and swordswoman cut an impressive figure, standing slightly below average height for a woman of her kind and in great physical shape, her build was petite but dangerously voluptuous. Her outfit was scandalously scanty - further accentuating her feminine form. The mithril chain shirt on her torso left very little to the imagination, its plunging neckline leaving her full, perky breasts pressed tight to her body, cleavage on full display. Below, she wore nothing but a simple black thong, its straps arching up over sensuous hips, leaving her large, firm buttocks and thighs exposed for all to see. Silva’s narrow waist blossomed out into full hips and long, curvaceous legs tapering off down into her tall black boots which reached to her knees. Her skin was a clear, smooth, and cream in tone. A tattered dark grey cloak was wrapped about her shoulders. Her face was beautiful, even precious. Silva’s hair was pure white and tied up and back behind her head in a long, swishing ponytail. The pale blue of her eyes left Silva seeming a little distant until the familiar glint of flirtatious cunning shone through.<br/><br/>A weather-beaten backpack was slung over one shoulder along with her un-strung bow. A beautifully tooled masterwork rapier rested easily on her left hip and a brace of daggers strapped to her right mid-thigh. Two wide black leather belts encircled her tiny waist, hung with several small belt pouches, the familiar trappings of an adventurer to any trained eye.<br/><br/>As she paused, Silva cocked one hip to the side, resting a hand across it. She’d never stepped foot in this tavern before, but by the way she moved and held herself, one could be mistaken for thinking she might be a life-long regular.<br/><br/>Many heads turned to gaze and stare at the newcomer, mostly hot-blooded men, but a few of the female patrons and tavern workers looked on also. On one table sat half a dozen hardened mercenaries. At another was a pair of gruff, muscle-bound barbarian huntsmen, down from the mountains. It was these eyes that lingered longest on the gorgeous young adventuress’ form. Noting the reaction of the tavern’s patrons, Silva’s lip curved upwards in subtle pleasure.<br/><br/>After almost a week of travel, Silva was ready for a hot bath, a feather bed, a few cool mugs of ale and some companionship. If she could easily find some profitable work in this place, then that would suit her just fine. Her thoughts slipped back to the past week and her most recent venture. What began as a promise of a quick profit turned out to be a disaster. A smuggler in town had told her of an old family crypt just a few days ride from the walls of the city. Supposedly the noble family that had built the structure was once very wealthy but had since fallen on hard times. The crypt was now long forgotten. For a cut of any treasure found within, the smuggler offered a map showing the way to the crypt, horses and the aid of his nephew and two of his labourers who would help to locate and transport anything discovered. The nephew and his friends had turned out to be all hands, the crypt much harder to get to than expected and empty of everything but traps, having long ago been looted. Her ‘companions’ had been lost to bandits and the wilderness. Only Silva’s seductive charms had seen her through the ordeal and a week after setting out she trudged back into town empty handed.<br/><br/>Without another thought of past failures Silva strode towards the bar keen to secure a soft bed, a hot bath and to finally quench her thirst. As she moved forward her breasts bounced and her butt jiggled and the eyes followed along with her, however despite her cheeky grin and glinting pale blue eyes, she pretended not to notice. "Good evening barkeep. 'Name's Silva, i'm looking for a room with a feather bed, a hot bath and a nice cold flagon of ale, if you please!" she spoke the request louder than she needed, smiling up at the bartender as she did.<br/><br/>Character sheet link: http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10152 (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10152)