It isn't her first time coming through this part of town, and it won't be her last. Baldur's Gate is a city of many faces, and just as the rich flaunt their fortunes across manors in the upper city, the scoundrels scrap for survival in the lower district.
Tonight, she's off-duty, albeit against the wishes of her Mother, but thirst is thirst, and she's desperate to wet her throat with something strong.
Her usual stomping ground is no longer an option. One particularly nasty bar fight earned her the coveted title of 'prohibited'. She's normally better at handling her liquor. It wasn't her fault the bartender just happened to be married to a SelΓ»nite.
Whatever, water under the bridge. There's no shortage of drink in the city. Her patronage will migrate elsewhere.
A large oaken door creaks at the hinges, and she slips inside with quiet steps. A tavern she's not visited before, but it's lively. Packed with a unique roster, guests of all shapes and sizes. She adjusts the dark cloak over her shoulders and makes a beeline straight for the counter.
Just a few drinks, then it's back home.
closed starter for @silvertiefling.
