Far too many months had passed since Dalanesca had set foot in Adeluna, let alone into the establishment she had once lent her talents to - the Winking Mermaid. Long ago, before she had achieved any sort of deification in the land of Revaliir and she had just come off a string of assassinations, she had worked for the owner of the tavern (at the time), keeping the peace as it were. It was a different time back then, things had been a bit unruly, so to speak - and it was there that she had met Marth. Marth had asked for her assistance in quest of sorts, to which she had happily obliged.
It wasn’t long after they had left Adeluna in search of the Shards of Reaver, that the voice had seen it fit to bring Dalanesca to ascension. Marth, of course, had taken a bit of convincing to believe her, but once that had happened, the pair continued on their quest regardless of Dalanesca’s status as a god. The more time the pair spent together on their quest, the closer they became, until they had inevitably fallen in love. Through that love they were married, and eventually a child was conceived - until Marth went missing and Dalanesca lost their child during birth.
Needless to say, that particular tavern stirred up… haunting memories.
Now that her spheres of influence had shifted once more, Dalanesca’s interests had changed and she found herself in taverns on a fairly frequent occasion - though it was not necessarily ale or whiskey that she craved. No, now, having come into the realm of Desire, she found herself craving the warmth of a man’s flesh more often than could be sated, and although she had Jarmyr back in her realm, she was still rather unsure of what was becoming of the two of them. And, besides, Jarmyr completely understood (or at least he claimed to) that the Siren, being the goddess of Desire, could not simply be satiated by one man, even if he himself was not completely human.
No, the goddess had taken to frequenting taverns incognito, in a way, preying on men who were weak to the inviting flesh of a beautiful woman. She did not change her appearance, as that was one of her greatest assets, but she masked her aura. Anyone who would look at her, unless they were a fellow god on par with her power, would not be able to sense her divinity. Even if they had crossed paths with her before, she would still seem unfamiliar to them, unless Dalanesca willed it so that they would be able to recognize her. It allowed her to pass through places with little to no trouble - unless the Reaper found its way out, of course, and she left a trail of bodies in her wake.
This evening, however, the Reaper was tucked safely away and the Siren was out in full force. She entered the tavern quietly and without a show, a few eyes, of course, falling to her as she walked in, eyeing her with curiosity. She scanned the environment, analyzing every male in the room until she found one that would be suitable - and when her eyes fell upon the strong-bodied male sitting at the bar, a bottle in front of him
Dalanesca nearly stifled a laugh - as the second eldest deity of Revaliir, it was rather easy for her to sense the aura of one of her fellow gods, even if they were attempting to mask it - and it took hardly a moment for her to realize that this attractive specimen of a male was no other than Lokir, the only of her fellow deities she had yet to make an acquaintance with. She chuckled inaudibly to herself - her night was about to get quite a bit more interesting.
Without hesitation, she walked across the tavern and pulled the stool out directly next to Lokir, sitting down. She was dressed in a rather provocative manner, as was her custom, leaving little to the imagination. She gave him a brief smile, before flagging the barkeep down and ordering a glass of a dark red wine for herself. After she had been served, she turned her full attention on Lokir. ”Haven’t seen you around here before,” she said, her voice low and sultry. She took a sip of her wine, turning her body towards him as she continued to speak. ”Ryalla,” she said, extending her hand to him in a gesture of introduction, using the pseudonym that she tended to take on when incognito. ”What’s a handsome gentleman as yourself doing here all alone?” she asked, tilting her head to one side as she made eye contact with him after allowing her eyes to scan up and down his form.
Inside, the goddess was screaming with laughter - what a fun evening this was going to be.