Tish, The Big Sink
"Well, well, well," comes a sarcastic, almost sinister tone from an empty corner of the room.
"A little flower, just ready for the picking?" A scoff, followed by a rather out of place giggle ushers from the tensed voice and the tone relaxes.
"Not likely, doll. These men would have to beg us, eh?" From the corner appears a rough-looking, one-eyed elven woman, arms crossed, staring straight at Orb.
"If you need any bleeding rags, they don't provide those. I suggest you don't get too comfortable with your clothes." The young woman now motions to her sleeveless top and pants that are almost halfway gone.
"I guess sing-song there's a pretty OK fellow, and don't let Makh--is that his name?--get you thinking the wrong thing. He's just sick of this place, I guess. Nice to see someone who -talks- has joined us though. . . I was beginning to think I'd have to try to make conversation with the opposite gender, and well," she laughs abruptly,
"You can guess by my battle scars that I'm the type people want to 'go to the kitchen and be quiet." Aside from the missing right eye, her once fair skin is dry and lizard-like, marred by many old scars -- at least a dozen, visible, and newer lesions, most sloppily covered by dirty rags.
"... Then again, I'm not quite human, now am I?" She stops again, eyeing the storm drain cautiously, then goes for her climatic ending.
"And as far as those pigs guarding us go, I'd make myself a bit less appealing if I were you." She stops again, excited, as if she was waiting for something.
"And the name's Tish." Now even more distracted, she dashes to the storm drain and peeks upwards.
"Quiet down, now. Hear that?" She fidgets and listens hard, brushing back what little she has left of her sand-blasted golden hair, and revealing her almost gnawed-off elf ears. Aside from her revealed ears, by means of shaven head, no other outward appearances mark her as elven.
"That sounded like..." Now, a louder scratching and an eagle's shriek shudders down the storm drain. Tish lifts her hands, and begins to scoop air towards her throat.
"Speak to me, Enri, for it has been all too long since we last met and our time together before you fly to freedom again is all too short." Some screeches sound from above, followed by a loud fluttering noise and a tiny peep.
"Eating, Tish. Thought your voice I heard. Finally found you! Looks like a rat's bum down this hole. Are you in the drain? Can you get out?" The screeching stopped so suddenly it sounded as if the animal thrashing above had been killed.
"It smells awful, but I know I won't be here forever. No, I can't get out, yet." Tish laughs somewhat, then the screeching persists.
"Smelling much overrated. I come back. Must go now." And the noises from above ended, returning Tish's troubled gaze to the room.
OOC: Cast "Speak With Animals" on self, duh. 
