Thorn walked into the pubb wearing a black velvet cloak to concel her young face and for some form of protection. If one were able to see what lay through the darkness of the hood they would see a pair of electric green eyes, elegently arched eye brows, a small nose and full light pink lips. Her deep brown hair with purple high lights held still piled on top of her head in a cascade of curls. A loose strand or two brushed against the soft skin of her cheek every now and then. Thorn also wore a dress with flowing black fabric and a corset top, the skirt fill, making sounds of shuffling with every foot step.

Carefully she walked through the tavern looking at the many people there, men in the corner betting, some simply drinking, others conversing at tables with friends. Some people looked over at her, squiting to see inside the cloak but all attempts were in vain. Thorn was here looking for soemone that she heard was staying in this Tavern, but he would only be here for a while so she needed to get to him before it was too late.

A seat in the corner lay empty so she walked quickly over and took it. As she sat her dress shuffled. Thorn simply sat for a few moments before she saw who she was looking for; HIM. Dorian. he was there, she was about to take chase when he smiled a devlishly charming smile and winked. He then disapeared into oblivian. Thorn shot up from her chair, many looked over but instead of running after she suddinly felt tierd and dizzy, her eye sight became blurred and color electrified. Then, with one fall she hit the groudn in a deep unconcoius sleep. As she fell her hood fell back reviling her long black lashes, light pink lips, and purple tattoo on the nape of her neck near the collar bone.

From the moment she shot up and fell the tavern was in chaos, some ran out of fear, others circled around her to see what whas going on.......