Delphi was overwhelmed in this little place and with every broken glass or loud yell, with a staggering creature or another jostle from a thoughtless fae behind her she edged deeper into the relative darkness of the tavern. It was so busy here, so many colours and smells and sounds that it almost began to hurt, the one thing that seemed to be absent was music, oh there was some kind of music but it sounded so dreadfully mournful. Like something was injured and dying, isolated in the forest far from home. The fae here seemed to cluster together, keeping to corners or the long wooden thing that seemed to hold the receptacles for the liquid which made finding someone to approach rather difficult. Hunting was always difficult when the prey kept so close together, if one was to make a move against one of the herd while the others were so close by they would easily be trampled to dust. So she needed to find a straggler, a misfit, one that people wouldn't immediately notice was missing and then she'd strike and take what she needed. 

The dim purple glow cast elongated shadows in certain areas of the bar, she idly noticed one light sway very subtly and a shadow to diffuse across the floor, briefly she glanced up to spot a little black skinned thing that looked awfully like a hurtful pixie. Aside from the height it was at and the fact it was also in the middle of the room a pixie was an awful choice, even a dark skinned one she assumed, they were nasty creatures who bit and scratched and she didn't care for being bitten or scratched much. She spotted briefly a cloaked figure but before she could decide on approaching it had already disappeared into a side room, to follow would be far too dangerous for she had no idea what lay beyond that flap of wood that swung wide and closed tight over the opening in the wall. There could be all manner of wickedness laying in wait to capture an innocent unsuspecting fomori. 

With a subtle turn of her head she cast her gaze about the room and was able to watch as a third hooded figures cloak flicked into the shadows and disappeared into what appeared to be the quietest and emptiest part of the room. No others followed the hooded thing to the corner to perch on those weird ledges around the flat surface and so she waited for a few long moments, still no others followed nor did they seem to pay this being any mind. A small, somewhat devilish smile slipped across Delphi's lips, she had found the weakest link rather quickly, which was important, the longer she waited the hungrier she'd get and eating a fae here would be; aside disgusting, rather too obvious for her liking. 

Carefully turning she made certain her hood remained up and pulled down enough to hide most of her eyes as well as her snakes, shadowed as most of them were by the purple lights and cloth itself. She came to a halt at what she assumed was a safe distance, out of what might have been the creatures limited reach -compared to a Gorgon's- and yet close enough so she might not have to raise her voice to speak and risk attracting unnecessary attention. Despite her bravery and determination she still felt the terror of her youth, all those stories she'd considered myths about elves who hid in tree's and dropped on you from above, pixies who plucked your eyes out in your sleep if you did not pay proper homage to your meals and all other manner of tale came rushing to the forefront of her mind. Reminding her why hr kind stayed in the forests and avoided the fae wherever was possible. 

For a moment fear grabbed her by the throat and she simply stood in silence, her hands tensing into the fabric of her cloak, when she finally spoke her voice was as soft as a pure water spring with a strangely ethereal tone to it, it held only a slight accent on the 's's of her words but was neither elongated or overly pronounced. Her voice was clearly feminine and there was a quality that almost compelled those of lesser mental fortitude to listen. "Excuse me sir. Might I trouble you for some information?"