Anna stood up and stretched her tall lean figure. She ran a dirt and blood ridden hand through her thick uncombed hair; when tamed it flowed in nicely set, loose curls; an attractive light brown colour with the smallest hints of golden blonde within, a slightly odd colour of hair amongst her people. She hailed from the East, born into a clan of gypsies, hunters amongst other things. She pulled on her clothing piece by piece, every article gently gliding across her soft skin, catching in only a few spots where she had been marked; scars to remind her of her troublesome past. Once fully clothed she clipped on her cloak and began making her way out of the thick forest, towards the beaten path that lead to the outskirts of Rowan, a small tavern showing travelers how close to the capital they truly were. A nice pint always felt relaxing after a tough night.
Glancing up at deep blue sky, the sun rising, the moon still glowing in the distance, causing her hazel green eyes to shimmer to an unnatural amber colour for just a moment, before fading to their natural colour once more. Removing a glove she wiped away a smear of blood from her lip. Placing the glove back on she made sure all her weapons were in place. A silver rapier hung from her hip, the blade sharp, pointed and deadly. Three small silver knives adorned her left thigh, placed in a way that they could be thrown in an instance.
The walk wasn’t too long, a fact that worried her. Soon she was approaching the tavern, the building was in her sight as she sighed...unsure of why she was nervous. “Here we go...” She spoke, a thick eastern accent adorning her words.
Not wanting to cause a scene of any sorts Anna slid through the main doors. There was a thick atmosphere, tension, anger, annoyance frustration. Many scents filling her nose, mostly human, a few that were not but none that matched hers. Here eyes were covered having raised her hood before entering, the only thing visible to others were her nose and lips. Dirt and blood covered her whole body including her face; she had attempted to clean most of it but without water and a cloth it was difficult.
Scanning the room she saw a few open seats at the bar. The quickest service came from the bar. She decided siting there would be best. Pulling out a stool she looked around, waiting for the barmaid. She couldn’t help but notice the small argument a few seats over. It seemed to involve a large man, a barbarian warrior of some type, definitely from the north, his features sharp, his skin and hair fair; a slender man, most likely hailing from the city and an inhuman creature of some sorts, it’s appearance similar to a reptile or dragon. Anna raised two well shaped brows in confusion. Perhaps alcohol in her system would help her understand the situation. Not that it was a matter for her to worry about. She searched the bar for the maid as she rapped her fingernails against the thick, bulky, top of the bar. Her gloves placed next to her hand.