It's the kind of city where one can just...enjoy ones self.  A tidy sum from her travels and exploits and spoils.  Mmmm.<br/><br/>With a yawn she's up, and there's a routine to it all.  The drow, bathing, and getting herself, ready for the night's activities.  A simple traveler's outfit, a little small on her in the waist and hips, and chest.  The drow's hair pulled back, done into a ponytail.  Sighing as  she slips out into the night, locking her apartment and slipping out of the building.  Moving through the city, no destination in mind this evening, listening to the sounds as they come, to her, trying to decide just which inn, alehouse, or den of debauchery she will begin the evening with.