I make my way to the makeshift bar, running my pale thin fingers through my dark brown, shoulder length hair. I'm sizing up the room as I do. 'Can't help but feel disheartened...seeing such a grand place fallen into disrepair.' At the bar I lean my slender, dark-swathed body on the nearest support. Dull metal glints off my twin daggers, prized possessions, that hang from sheathes at my sides.
I take a cup of the swill they're passing for ale and drink heartily. The filthy water I've had to make do with lately, makes this ale seem like fine wine...not that I've ever had the pleasure of trying fine wine.
I give a surreptitious glance about, trying to spot any signs of trouble that may be hiding among the gathered rabble. My large, brown eyes linger briefly on a bandaged man who is slipping into a shadowy part of the room. Anywhere else it would seem to be bad news, but not here. Here such behaviour is merely wise.
'As wise as having your wits about you, like the young woman who is taking in the surroundings, even as she feigns reading her book. Can't help but wonder what brings her here. I guess the times make beggars of us all.' I continue sipping at the ale, as a well-armed tradesman in a broad-brimmed hat crosses the room nearing the woman. My eyebrows raise only slightly when she speaks to him. 'Perhaps they know each other...'
'Interesting fellows have come for this job, if indeed all of us are here for that same cause. If we end up waiting overlong I'll have to try my luck at one of those games of dice…see if I can't earn enough for a piece of bread somewhere.'