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Silverwolf
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Arriane grinned widely. She couldn't help grinning. Pulling her long coat back around her legs, adjusting her skirt, licking her lips and smoothing her hair, she stepped surreptitiously out of the back room of The Immoral Dragon and blended in a little more with the crowd milling around the common room. Leaning against the bar, she observed the doorway she had just exited until a few moments later, one of the handsome young barmen... George, Arriane thought his name had been, followed her out, a slight afterglow shake to his limbs and a twinkle in his eyes. Now sipping a newly-ordered drink, Arriane caught his gaze across the room and winked playfully. A sweet smile curved his lips before he scooted away, and Arriane promptly dismissed him from her thoughts. They had had some fun, and now it was down to business.
Her silver feather talisman seemed to have settled itself now she was in this place. Over the last few months, it had been rather... restless, given that it was an inanimate object. She had always suspected there was more to the jewel, perhaps elf magics or somesuch, but she had never dreamed of it being so... influential on her. She had followed its restless energy to this place, so there was clearly something here to be found. Arriane glanced around, not noticing anything too out of the ordinary for a rather dingy tavern.
Then suddenly, out of the blue and over the general hubbub of the tavern, she heard a soft word that immediately caught her attention: "amulet". It came from a rather monochromatic pair of patrons along the bar, the speaker, a man-elf with a long white braid and the listener, a silvery-haired, religious-looking woman. Arriane's vision easily focused on the jewel in question, hanging around the priestess woman's neck, and also became aware of a dragonfly clasp at the end of the elf's braid. Could these be significant to her? She wondered. Surely it was not a topic for idle bar talk in an establishment such as this? She leaned in closer to listen.