Leitha strolled easily into the darkened tavern her hips swaying seductively causing parts of her body to swish as well a good deal of eyes were drawn to her body, her long black dress that left her shoulders bare hugged most of her slender figure and seemed to draw eyes onto her, she gently and silently let herself sit at the bar and looked at the bartender as he grinned at her,

She didn't say a word, the bartender soon got her a cup of ale and she stared at him uninterestingly until her moved off with a curse, Leitha then gathered her cup and began to drink, continueing to ignore the men and there stares

The men however weren't content with just looking and soon a rather large number of them had gathered around Leitha giving her no room to move away all with rather lustful looks in there eyes, Leitha glanced around slowly and continued to drink, she didn't care of the outcome of tonight, but she did know that she wouldn't go without a fight and a few of the men would lose something rather precious to them.

One emerald eye glinted, reflecting light from within a shadowy corner. The slitted pupil followed the woman who entered, glittered with amusement as the men gathered around the rather attractive female. Rianna picked up her glass of water, the ice clinking against the sides as she took a long draught from it. She set the glass down and stretched, smothering a yawn, realizing she'd been awake for too long. In fact, as her stomach growled softly, she figured she'd been without food for quite some time, too. Out of curiosity, the daemon leaned forward, her face entering the light, showing a black eyepatch. Her ice blue eye peered out of the clever material, seeing through it nearly perfectly on her side, though there was a dim haze.

She smiled dryly as she watched the woman, amused at all the men who fawned over her. There was something strange in the way this newcomer appeared, however... something that Rianna recognized, but couldn't quite place, as if she were familiar with it somehow. The woman's clothing was admirable; she could never wear something like that, herself, as there were too many odd things about her features that she preferred to keep hidden within her thick, heavy boots and her long, loose trousers. It never hurt to dream, though. She vaguely remembered that, at one point in her life, she could have worn something like that, before the change, but that was a memory so distant and so unobtainable that it didn't matter anymore what she had once looked like, only what she now appeared to be.

A shadowy elven figure entered the tavern. He wore leather gloves upon his hands, slightly tight leather pants upon his legs, and a leaf green elven traveller's shirt upon his upper torso. Upon his eyes was a piece of soft dark green cloth that blinded him and kept hidden mystical and strange eyes of uknown power to even the owner. Covering all of this was a dark green billowing cloak that cast an ominous shadow upon the figure wherever he went, for even in the brightest of day an onlooker could only see the outer shell of the cloak and nothing that was kept hidden within. Although some could see his face from time to time when the light purfectly caught ones gaze, yet even then one would have to have eyes that were greater then just that of a human's.

The cloaked elven figure's head faced the ground as he entered, and began to blindly navigate his way towards a table that was more or less in the middle of the Bloodseal Tavern. As the shadowy elven figure seated himself he could sense that something strange was occuring just a couple of tables to his left. Although he could not see, he had tunes his ears so that they would lead him to where he needed, almost to the point where his eyes weakened him. Sounds of a beautiful being seemed to be murmured from the same direction as he had sensed. A woman though not human, yet she was not the only for it seemed that in here area were various other men gawking upon her figure. Lust seemed to pour from their lips as he listened. Although another seemed to sit not far from her. Another who seemed to keep silent was there he was sure of it, but because of not hearing the voice of this being he could not tell the race nor the gender of it. So he simply say and waited as a barmaid set a cup of hot tea infront of him. He then gave the maid a few gold coins, well enough to pay for a few cups more, as she then walked away to contend with her other duties.