Sylvia closed her eyes and listened in on the people sitting around her as talk of the recent magic victory down south littered these peoples conversations. Dark red locks fell to her waist framing her pale features. Her lips were a tantalizing shade of purple, just pink enough to look natural. Standing up straight she was five foot solid and most people towered over her. This town was small but supported neither the vampires or the magic users in the war so they held no quarrel. In fact, she had an arrangement with the innkeeper. She would keep away any unwanted guests for him, and he didn't care how the deed was done so she got her food. Plain and simple. The sky was bright so she found shelter in the corner. Three days its been since she last rested, but with this steady flow of food, she didn't really need to. The innkeeper padded towards her. He was large and covered in muscle with hair roughly cut to his shoulders. Any human would see him as a threat but she saw him the same way she would see any other human, 'a weak and petty creature'. He sat down in the chair next to her before speaking in a deep tone, "You seem bored Lady Sylvia. Is there no fun to be had with you?" She sighed before turning to face the keeper(his name is Merek by the way), "Please refer to me as Catherine. People cannot know my real name Merek. Yes though, I am bored and rather tired. Your pianist keeps fumbling his notes and there are no undesirables. I think I might have to move on from Crescent Water. This town has been great an' all but the war goes on. I need to join my brothers and sisters in battle. A raven came by with word from King Sadon asking for warriors." Merek sighed, "Why don't you show that pianist how its done?" He stood up and walked back behind the counter to help a customer. Sylvia smiled before jumping from her seat and stretching a bit. Once she finished, she made her way over to the pianist and sat down beside him. She rested her fingers over the keys and started simply, one note slowly after the other in a calming tune. It started getting faster as more notes were added, harmony joined by a intricate melody. Her eyes were closed as she just let the music entrance her and the man beside her stopped playing completely, annoyed by her rude behavior but soon got lost in the music. She would remember this small town Crescent Water and those who inhabit it.