The Girl with the Lyrium Tattoo

A pleasure to meet you, Nahreida. Avorra said with the flash of a smile. Her eyes lazily watched as Emmerich laid the pot of tea and cup on the table. Business is what brings me here. I have been looking for a certain, renowned tattoo artist who frequents here. I cannot quite put my finger on it, but something tells me it is you. Avorra snickered at her own joke, seeing as there was a severe lack of tattoo artists save the one sitting next to her. Avorra took another swig out of her drink, before eyeing Nahreida again.

Before we get to business, however, perhaps it would be more inviting to ask about you. I would not mind making a dear friend while I am here. How is life around these parts? Perhaps it was the drink or how intriguing this person was, but Avorra felt herself relax for once. It wasn't often she was able to just wind down and... talk. She came here for lyrium prospects, but now she found herself wanting to me a friend. The absurdity of it all! Alas, even Avorra surprised herself sometimes.