<div class="floatright">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Elliquiy/f6114a86df45937850212676fa9a8e8f.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Mercy Freddreich</span></strong><br/>Location: Blue Mouse Cafe<br/>Tagging: Nys<hr/>Mercy sat at a table in the Blue Mouse, nearby to where a certain group of individuals had been seated. The ceremonial (and completely ornamntal) horns atop her head that had been constructed to aid in channelling the fragment of a long dead creature held within her had garnered more than a few glances when she first arried in the town, prior to her removing them to prove that she was not, in fact, a demon, further emphasised by her manner of dress, which included the symbol of the chapel of Arkham's Red Hook district on her somewhere.<br/>Before her sits a small, delicate cup three quarters full of tea, a single mint leaf floating on top of it. As she breathed a little onto her drink to cool it down a tad so that she might take a sip, she took a little time to watch the single leaf spin ever so slowly from the motion in the coloured water.<br/><br/>Even amongst the normal hubbub of an inn or cafe this small moment of reflection was quite calming, up until a commotion came from where a group of travellers had recently sat... one of their number had shouted something about... giving another fleas?<br/>Looking up, Mercy's grey, almost colourless eyes robbed of their chroma by an incident during her childhood years, noticed an almost familiar face, one which she had not seen in long enough a time that it might have well come from a dream, barely remembered as the morning sun rose and banished it from memory.<br/><br/>Slowly she rose from her seat and approached the other table, laying a hand gently on the chair belonging to a certain elf;<br/>"Pardon me, sir," she says calmly as she hopes to get his attention, "I hope you don't find this intrusion odd, but may I ask if we have met before? Your face seems familiar to me, but I can't quite place from where. I simply detest not remembering those I've met prior."<br/><br/>