Tamarie the Song Smith
A woman enters the inn, looking curiously about her as she steps in. Narrow golden yellow eyes virtually glow from underneath her hooded cloak as she approaches the bar, her hands reaching up and pulling the hood back halfway there, revealing elven features that seem to run contrary to her height, a mere five and a quarter feet. Her long ears seemingly attempt to make up for her lack of height, and a prominent tuft of black hair adorns the inner surface of each one.
Arriving at the bar, the woman clears her dress and takes a seat, looking to the bartender with as if to address him,
"Barkeep?" she asks, in a quiet voice with a faint, distant accent,
"Could you bring me something? I've been out of doors for a while. And this," she gestures to indicate the inn in general,
"is where one goes to find work, is it not?"
For his part, Grog nods and grunts as he delivers a drink to the odd woman, which seems to satisfy her question. Or, at least, she doesn't pursue it further. Having received her drink, and offes payment, her eyes scan the inn and it's myriad of patrons. Something about it makes her smile as she sips, finally slipping off her backpack and dropping it to the base of the barstool.
Beer in hand, the dwarf strolls the bar, seeing what there is to be seen. Seeing Vincenzo at a loss for words, Grunger offers, "Wha? Ne'er seen a person talking to stuff before?" He laughs boisterously before continuing on.
Although she didn't rush to offer him a drink right away, the barmaid eventually slinks her way over to the newcomer in the oddly geared armor. Setting herself right in the center of his field of vision, she asks, "So… stranger… anything I can get for you tonight?" Her apprehension is tangible as she waits for a response.
