Avorra strode through the tavern doors, looking for one person in particular; a relatively famous tattoo artist that frequented these parts. Now, normally, Avorra wouldn't care for aesthetics (oh, who was she kidding, of course she cared) but this mysterious artist dealt with tattoos of an arcane nature. Granted, as far as rumours go, that was the farthest this grapevine went. The Shadow sought something more than just a magical tattoo, however. She needed lyrium, and a lot of it. Her power by itself was innately strong, but as always with Avorra, it was never enough. She needed more - and even then, she knew it still wouldn't be enough. Whether it was her or Zazikel, she no longer knew; what she did know is that her magical hunger made her crave and crave and crave. An insatiable need to consume before it consumed her.
She turned her head, scanning the tavern's wide room. Numerous patrons sat at their tables, minding their own business. So far, no one out of the ordinary. Perhaps this artist was ordinary. What a bummer that would be. Avorra sat down by her lonesome at a table, a waitress approaching her. Ordering her food and some alcohol to go with it, she continued scanning the room while waiting for her food and drink. She was growing restless by the minute. Hopefully this nameless nobody would show their face soon.
She turned her head, scanning the tavern's wide room. Numerous patrons sat at their tables, minding their own business. So far, no one out of the ordinary. Perhaps this artist was ordinary. What a bummer that would be. Avorra sat down by her lonesome at a table, a waitress approaching her. Ordering her food and some alcohol to go with it, she continued scanning the room while waiting for her food and drink. She was growing restless by the minute. Hopefully this nameless nobody would show their face soon.
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