Enkriswen opened the door to the Green Dragon, slightly in awe of this little place. She looked around at the scene inside, not understanding anything. Quietly, she sat down in a booth in the back, removing the hood of her black cloak.
Enkriswen was one for annonimity, although her pointy ears covered by surprisingly black-colored hair, did not exactly go with her appearance. She watched people talk, quietly, but seeing no one she knew there, turned her more-orange-than-brown gaze back to the table.
On a random inspiration, she gets up, goes to the bar for some ale, then sits back down again. Maybe after she'd had a drink she'd feel more comfortable and conversation-friendly. Or not, but, you'd never know until you tried... she took a sip. Ah! it then occured to Enkriswen that she had not drunk anything other than water for a very long time...
[ June 23, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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