(well I WAS going to post last night, but then the site crashed)
Off beyond the bustle of the pub, the front door opened. The heavy creak was accompanied by a silent footfall soon after it. The sun, just barely touching down against the northern mountains, showered the Bee and Barb's newest patron with a golden light before they shut the door again. The figure was tall. Too tall, perhaps, draped in a long, frayed black cloak. Leather boots caked with mud walked towards the corner of the tavern, the stranger taking off their hood in the process. A mess of tangled hair fell into sight. Once, it might have been as white as the snow-capped mountains of Windhelm. Years of harshness, however, had faded its brilliance, greying the roots and edges with dirt. Two pointed ears sat beneath a braid, tied along the back of her skull. Beneath her sharp brows was a pair of striking, golden eyes.
With her feet sore and her bones heavy,
Avonis Tyrel pushed a small pouch of septims towards the inn keeper. "Mead," came her order. "And some fresh meat if you have it." Her payment was taken and a tankard of drink placed in her hand.
"Will you be needing a room?" the inn keeper asked.
A tiny smile came to her lips. "No," she said. "I have other plans for a bed tonight."
"Curious." The inn keeper, an Argonian with a voice like scratching wood, leaned on her knuckles. "Don't get too many High Elves down south. You off to the college, I wonder?"
That small smile dropped from Avonis's lips. "Not every High Elf wants to waste their time behind spell books." Bringing her tankard up, she gulped down a third of her drink in one go. That seemed to be the end of the conversation, as a plate of food was given to her not soon after. Content to be left alone, Avonis began to eat.