The Girl with the Lyrium Tattoo

The drinks and the food were good, that was a plus. Avorra was no more closer to finding her quarry, however. She picked at her appetizers, having already ate breakfast that morning. Her drink, however, was divine. A little bit of day-drinking never hurt anybody. It didn't take long for someone to notice her loneliness. She rolled her eyes at the question and made to turn her head. She intended to snap at the taverngoer until she made eye contact. The newcomer's grey skin was covered in tattoos, and there was more than one set of eyes. That could have been enough to creep Avorra out, but she's arguably seen worse.

Of course, go right ahead. Avorra said, flashing a smile. Was this who she was looking for? What brings you here, stranger? Care for a drink? Her reaction was genuine. Usually, there was an ulterior motive to her niceties. In this case, however, her friendliness was authentic. She took another swig out of her glass as she waited for the tatted one to speak.