<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b7/9b/8e/b79b8e5de68bf5fc36d10cbc65c2ecce.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Raeni Siannodel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264385.msg13049124#msg13049124)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Don't Fall Inn | Upper Tier<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Resting Bitch State<br/><strong>Status</strong>: PP - 13 | Normal | AC 18<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>She watched the proprietor's...wife, daughter, sister?(Frankly, she didn't care and trying to figure out the ages of these other races was simply more effort than she wished to expend) move about the bar and stop at the various other people in he room.  When she approached, Raeni silently handed over the empty pitcher of wine and retook it when the woman returned shortly with it filled, pouring herself another gobletful.  Her gaze followed the woman to the filthy flagstones and then she looked away to return to her meal, neatly cutting herself a bite of gravy and grease-soaked bread.  She chewed swiftly and washed it down with a large sip of wine, finally nudging her plate away to pick up one of several apples she'd ordered.<br/><br/>Her eyes lingered on each of the other patrons as she used a sharp knife to deftly peel the skin from her fruit in one long, thin curl.  Her pointed ears easily picked up on their conversations, though she found both frightfully mundane, and her bored expression only grew more pronounced as she listened.