pathfinderq1
First Post
As the various conversations around the room continued, not everyone was minded to turn their attention away when the door of the tavern slid open almost soundlessly. A figure stood for just a moment, backlit by the sunlight outside- a slender female, clad in leathers, fur, and heavy wool. At first she could be mistaken for a razorclaw, a feline shifter, and it took a careful look to determine that she was actually of elvish descent.
She stepped forward, allowing the door to close behind her, and paused to survey the room- as she did, she leaned forward into a wary crouch, as if ready to spring. A moment later, her scan complete, she relaxed ever so slightly and moved forward towards the bar- despite the heavy pack, bowcase, and quiver of arrows on her back she moved with a feral grace that was uncanny even for an elf.
As she reached the bar, she spoke Brews, her voice a rough purr. "I am told it is custom to give one's name- I am Rikka, called Pouncequick, most recently of those known as the Gatekeepers. Is that enough?" Brews gave a simple nod- that was far from the strangest introduction he had heard, after all. The elven woman nodded in reply, then stepped away to an empty table where she shook off her backpack and quiver, leaning the bowcase against the wall nearby. Then she settled into a crouch atop one of the chairs, watching the door carefully...
She stepped forward, allowing the door to close behind her, and paused to survey the room- as she did, she leaned forward into a wary crouch, as if ready to spring. A moment later, her scan complete, she relaxed ever so slightly and moved forward towards the bar- despite the heavy pack, bowcase, and quiver of arrows on her back she moved with a feral grace that was uncanny even for an elf.
As she reached the bar, she spoke Brews, her voice a rough purr. "I am told it is custom to give one's name- I am Rikka, called Pouncequick, most recently of those known as the Gatekeepers. Is that enough?" Brews gave a simple nod- that was far from the strangest introduction he had heard, after all. The elven woman nodded in reply, then stepped away to an empty table where she shook off her backpack and quiver, leaning the bowcase against the wall nearby. Then she settled into a crouch atop one of the chairs, watching the door carefully...