The grey haired sworddancer sighed inside herself as the ecstacy mage, for that was the only thing she could be, approached there table. Her full body revealed, she despised such women. Always standing at the forefront, sticking out there chests until the time to fight came around. Then they all ran and screamed and bolted away, "If you'll excuse me, I have need of prayer", the goblet she took with her as she went ontop of the table, the water in her hand began to slowly tremble as she closed her eyes.<br/><br/>Her body going into some monkish prayer as she started to control her emotions, trying to get them down to nothing. She had to adventure out with this woman so she shouldn't fight anyone, but as she tried to enter her center she suddenly heard the large sound of an Barbarian, his large voice booming through the room. Her eyes froze on him as he moved towards the bar, she knew him, though she wasn't sure from where. Perhaps she had fought him once, or adventured with him when she was of a younger age.