Lavender entered the Hog's Head soundlessly, her form moving with the grace and mirthless chill of the shadows clinging to her thin, toned form. A black, hooded cloak covered her entire being, and shadowed her features in a black entity of darker shadows yet. Raven hair of the finest elements flowed about her shoulders, minute braids here and there woven in the strands, flowing down over her chest. Her mental shields too high to be reached, and her aura icily cold, her eyes swept about the near vacant room. Upon seeing a new face, she made way over, and seated herself upon the seat at his side.
At a glance at her dark form, the bartender turned and made his way into the back of the bar, returning moments later with a red glass bottle, which he set before her, turning immediately after, to attend the rest of his stock.
Lavender poured herself a large glass of the drink, taking up the glass and swirling its contents in a circular motion for a long while, before she slammed it down. What would be an easy, simple thing for most, her action caused the heavy glass to shatter over the countertop. And yet, she seemed to be slightly amused by this, retrieving her hands back to her lap.
She turned her head toward the male, and seemed to eye him, from beneath her black hood.
"So. Who are you, then?" She questioned, with a quiet, melodious voice of icy tones..
