My Bar

[Pamela]

*Pamela nods respectfully and accepts the money*
*With a toss of her long braid she notices a stranger...with a flick of her wrist,her dagger is out and her amulet glows*

*As only an Elvan Princess can,she is at the creatures neck and pressing her slim blade into it.*

*Eyes flashing over to dark crimson,she speaks in a deadly voice,the timber still tinkled melodically...capturing him....."Do I kill you now?...or later?"

*Eyes still glowing she stares at the beast pretending to be a man.*

Ruin opens up the doors, hardly making a sound, entering from his long -attended absence. Gazing around him, with a quiet search in his eye, he simply moves through the bar to a table in the corner. Removing a belt from across his chest, he removes the sword hanging from his back, resting it against the wall. Tossing a coin in the table, he gently sits down.

Kicking his legs up onto the table, Ruin leans back, sighing. "Good to be back." He whispers, enjoying the commotion. "Bartender!" He calls out through the din. "Toss me a Drink, if you don't mind!" He laughed softly, quickly, underneath his breath. Resting his head against the wall behind him, Ruin folded his hands behind his head.

Pamela watches the beast leave and a friend enter. With a smile she glides behind the bar to get him a cool drink.
She brings him an Ale and sits lightly beside him to hear of his adventures.

"My old friend! How are you?"