Well Sigil had turned out to be a drag this time around, everyone was constantly talking about Hell and as dull she found Hell to be, Rilian really found talking about Hell much duller. And noone seemed willing to get up from their comfortable chairs and do something about their favourite subject.<br/><br/>Well not at least untill she recieved the charming little invitation, so plebaian simple with an almost bitter scent. Delicious.<br/><br/>The tavern wasn´t exactly her kind of place but it would have been rude to comment upon it and Rilian was never rude, evil yes but rude never, she was a princess after all. So after having dressed herself in an almost humble maner with only a minimum of jewellry that still would have dazzled a human queen and pulled a dragonhide mantle around her slim shoulders the young lady appeared on the doorstep of the tavern, stepping in without hesitation.<br/><br/>Well inside she took a moment to sruvey the patronage, and let them survey her, while looking for whomever it was that had sent the invitation. Even without her wings there was something wrong about the picture of a ghostlike elf with green eyes, perhaps it was the soft glow around her or the gentle tremble upon her lips as she with a blush on her snow-white cheeks averted her gaze shyly. Her gracefully slight right hand nerveously played with the clasp of her mantle, parting the heavy garb enough for an onlooker to glimpse an enticing figure clad in white beneath it.