Anath Homura continued to observe much of the commotion occurring within the common room of this tavern, carefully discerning through the diversity of the denizens that had come from a myriad of differing realms of reality. Her watchful gaze glittered like a gemstone washed in light, sharing a subtle ruby-radiance, and such almost illuminated those that she could see - a beauty in the eye of the beholder.
The most immediately prominent individual - based upon his towering stature - was a man accompanied by a small girl, so perhaps the pair were a father and daughter. Though the two of them did not appear to be related. She did not wish to disturb them, having harmed too many families as of late.
There was another younger man with pointed ears, like an elf, standing beside two seated women - one of which was seemingly irked - and the three of them appeared even less related than the prior pair. They were strangers that were struggling to connect to each other. A desire to help hidden deep within hunger and blood. The young man also reminded
Anath Homura of one of her daughters, always brave and compassionate.
There were those seated elsewhere; a vibrant man with a violent demeanor, an older man exuding frustration as a strict and stern woman had mistaken him for a bartender. All three of them were clearly warriors, she could recognize their familiarity with combat.
Then there was the man with fire in his eyes... a beauty in the eye of the beholder.
Lastly, she turned her attention to the man that actually tended to the drinks, pouring various cups for those that sought to satiate their thirst. She did not wish to impose upon him either, lest he ask for her presence first, and so she silently accepted the solace that his establishment offered freely.