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It was difficult to find places on the surface for a Drow to fit in. In this case, fit in was a strong word for what Zathria was doing. With hood pulled up over her head and a scarf pulled around most of her face, her features were obscured to the point that making out that she was a Drow under the waning crescent of a moon was remarkably difficult. That was the idea, after all.
Her trip into the underbelly of the city at the edges of the Ixchel wilds was to look for those who were unafraid to cut throats and generally engage in the seedier side of things. Building a warband of raiders and killers wasn't an easy thing and she couldn't believe she was having to stoop to recruiting surfacers - and men at that - to the cause. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
She came to a stop outside of a tavern - the Bustling Maids - and could already hear noisy laughter inside. Outside a man lay in the dirt and she guessed he was too intoxicated to walk although she supposed it was possible he might be dead.
Reaching out and pushing the door open, she surveyed the interior with a discerning gaze before heading to an end of the bar and dropping coin at the counter for a drink.
The scent of pipe smoke hung thick in the air and she stuck far from both torch and hearth as she watched those inside, looking for anyone who looked equally as seedy.
Her trip into the underbelly of the city at the edges of the Ixchel wilds was to look for those who were unafraid to cut throats and generally engage in the seedier side of things. Building a warband of raiders and killers wasn't an easy thing and she couldn't believe she was having to stoop to recruiting surfacers - and men at that - to the cause. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
She came to a stop outside of a tavern - the Bustling Maids - and could already hear noisy laughter inside. Outside a man lay in the dirt and she guessed he was too intoxicated to walk although she supposed it was possible he might be dead.
Reaching out and pushing the door open, she surveyed the interior with a discerning gaze before heading to an end of the bar and dropping coin at the counter for a drink.
The scent of pipe smoke hung thick in the air and she stuck far from both torch and hearth as she watched those inside, looking for anyone who looked equally as seedy.
