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”Mm. I wish I’d brought my sketchbook.” says Elly, though some of her insouciance is forced.

Elly crosses her arms, turns her head, and plays along.

"I totally had this under control. I was just about to bust us outta here. But since you came all this way, you might as well open the door, otherwise I might break a nail."

But her happy smirk says it all.

Mheenah is currently invisible -- it's sort of the standard procedure when she accompanies Elly into a public place, since she's, you know, a demon and all. But naturally she'll keep yapping when it suits her. People who aren't paying attention usually just assume it's Elly talking. Elly is usually amused by other people being confused or spooked by her ancillary voice.

Elly widely opens her accented eyes wide and waggles her fingers dramatically at the innkeeper.

"They're MAGICAL!" she pronounces with sarcastic pomp.

Elly rolls her eyes. "Your weasel's a real charmer." she says in a sardonic monotone. Dressed all in black, with a long black coat and heavy black boots with lots of jangly silver buckles, Elly slumps down into one of the chairs. "I'll just have some bread. And a bottle of red wine."

With hair dyed jet black and dark eye makeup offsetting her ridiculously pale skin and her multiple ear, nose and cheek rings, one can be forgiven for not noticing how young Elly is, probably no more than 16. She slouches down in her chair, displaying little grace and less breeding. She pulls out a little silver poignard, hardly bigger than a letter opener.

"Leave the cork in. I like taking it out myself." she says blandly. "It's sorta like I'm scooping out its heart before I drink its blood." She rolls her head and looks up at the innkeeper to see if she's shocked him.

This is Mheenah's mistress, Elly. Complete with description and backstory.