Mediocritys Muse
~Great minds think Differently~
Name: Paeris Onvyr
Age: 212 years old
Gender: Female
Race: Elven
A light dusting of snow started to stick as the crisp night air caught those out in it by the hairs on the back of their necks. The sun had recently retreated behind the far reaching hills in the distance and let the land once more feel the absence of it's warm rays. Just as the night came a young woman made her presence known, her even paced stride catching the eyes of those present on the cobble path way to the local tavern. By her equipment it was apparent that she wasn't just a normal traveler, she was notably armed with a rather imposing claymore like weapon on her back. This hardly the most striking thing about the woman though, considering her striking white almost silver hair and almost pearlecent skin.
Regardless though she didn't pay any mind to those looking her way, her more interested in making it into the tavern as it was quite chilly outside at this late hour. Once inside she let out a light sigh of relief and rubbed her hands together fighting off the chill as the warmth of the tavern caught her. Looking around she spotted a table and took a seat, her leaning her weapon on the edge of the table and finally relaxing. Her eyes scanned the people present, most of them looking her way as she stood out rather spectacularly among the common folk that populated the bar.
She held up her hand and ordered a glass of their mead and a bowl of stew to combat the chill she still felt. Eventually she figured that there would be some sort of conversation to be taken, this after all a common occurrence when she first enters a new town.
Age: 212 years old
Gender: Female
Race: Elven
A light dusting of snow started to stick as the crisp night air caught those out in it by the hairs on the back of their necks. The sun had recently retreated behind the far reaching hills in the distance and let the land once more feel the absence of it's warm rays. Just as the night came a young woman made her presence known, her even paced stride catching the eyes of those present on the cobble path way to the local tavern. By her equipment it was apparent that she wasn't just a normal traveler, she was notably armed with a rather imposing claymore like weapon on her back. This hardly the most striking thing about the woman though, considering her striking white almost silver hair and almost pearlecent skin.
Regardless though she didn't pay any mind to those looking her way, her more interested in making it into the tavern as it was quite chilly outside at this late hour. Once inside she let out a light sigh of relief and rubbed her hands together fighting off the chill as the warmth of the tavern caught her. Looking around she spotted a table and took a seat, her leaning her weapon on the edge of the table and finally relaxing. Her eyes scanned the people present, most of them looking her way as she stood out rather spectacularly among the common folk that populated the bar.
She held up her hand and ordered a glass of their mead and a bowl of stew to combat the chill she still felt. Eventually she figured that there would be some sort of conversation to be taken, this after all a common occurrence when she first enters a new town.
