A simple beer is all she wanted. She had came into the city to simply have a drink and leave but she had chosen the wrong bar once again. 

She wore her simple brown robes with her hood up as she ordered a drink and took a seat. soon someone brought her what she had ordered and put it on the table she than handed the server a few coins and took a sip. soon after the doors of the bar swung open. for men stepped threw their faces scanning tell they all settled on her. "Took you long enough to find me." She said as she got up. all the attention focused on the group and herself. 

Truth was she had upset the men a month ago when she freed one of their slaves from the arena. The leader drawed his sword his intent obvious. she shopped a few feet away and avoided his swings which made the man even madder.she was toying with the man it he knew it before long she was surrounded. everyone stopped as there hear stood on end for she had started to charge the air. two swing at her and she dunked as there swords collided. the sudden motion and model touching sent sparks flying. She than tripped the other man and got out of the circle. "You gotta do better than that" she smiled and played with them a bit longer before sending electricity thew them. they screamed as they fell unconscious.

She carved her mark on the leader's heart and one his followers hands. "Looks like these guys had a bit too much to drink." she yelled standing up. than went back to her seat and sipped her beer. they clapped for a bit then went back to their business.

Sitting in a dark corner of the the bar, the dark elf would lift his gaze to the arrival of the group. Garbed in his trademark black clothing he brings his gaze back down to his drink.

A small smirk would lift to his features as the sounds of combat echoed throughout the establishment while he went about writing in his journal. Closing the book seems to coincide with the end of the fight. 

Rising to his feet having packed away his belongings, he raised his way to the bar stepping over the unconscious bodies of the men. Standing beside her, he would place some coins on the counter while turning his head to gaze his surroundings "Still up to no good I see." 

She put the cup down as she heard someone come up and put coins on the table. For more than one reason it was no surprise to see the dark elf in this town. He talked and at first she acted as if she had not heard him and took a nice long sip of her drink. once she put the cup down she smiled. "i'm not sure if i want to talk with you." she said keeping her eyes on her drink. "and I never started the trouble I only had fun with it." of all the people in the bar the one that she liked the least had to be the one that wanted to talk. She drank a good swallow of the brown substance and sat it down. "Hard to believe you're not" She knew the three men would not try anything once they woke up. Actually if they do more than give an evil stare and walk out the door she would be surprised. course she also did not plan to be here an hour later when they came two. She may refuse to kill but than again it is funny what one could live through. 

A small chuckle escapes his lips as he listened to her words, turning his head back to her he would note the entrance of a cloaked figure that falters as it enters to which it would move to the back of the keep.

"You sure do know how to liven a place up though."he says before ordering some ale from the bar. "Did those grunts know what you truly are?"

"Ill have an ale." She said to the bartender and placed a few coins on the table. He grabbed them and filled a cup than placed it on the counter then walked off to take an order at the other end. She than took the last sip of of the beer and put the cup down then took the ale.

"Nope. All they know is i had freed a few of their slaves a while back and that the owner of the ring wants the head of the one who did it. my mark was the only link." She took a sip of her drink than readjusted her hood. "Around here i am known as Silvertail. and my mark is on those wanting to start something or get in my way." She payed no attention to the person who walked in. 

"So what have you been up to if i may ask?"

"Before I answer that, could you give me a moment."he states not waiting for an answer as he casually walked towards the back of keep.

Itiel would ease the dagger out of its sheath as he steadily paced to the cloaked figure, who had now only found a seat. His free hand would pull up a chair beside the concealed person, who would look at him with slight terror.

"Ah, Saron my favourite client. How are you?"these would be the last words the Saron fellow would hear before a dagger found its way across his throat, a silent kill. The body slumping on the table, Itiel slowly stands up, cleaning his blade of crimson with the cloak Saron wore.

Calmy returning to Vinsue's side he exhals as he takes a seat sheathing the blade in the process "Now, what was your question again?"

She watched as he left. She at first thought he may have had a friend tell she saw the blade and looked away. That more than answered her question. She had not killed synce she was small and had no intentions of ever doing that again. To her it was truly sad one passed away even if she did not know the person a life had went out.

"Besides that type of stuff what have you been up to lately." She said as she sat her glass down. 

"Same old same old."he says with a huff "Business is picking up again." a slightly dark smile pulls at the corners of his lips "While I deal in death, I must diversify my resume. A theft here, assassination there. You know how it goes."

She smiled at his reply. She had also come to believe that was true. "Ever thought of using your skills for good?" She asked thinking that they could have some fun and get back at the man that wanted her head. "I could use some help making a guy mad." She said. how knows after a fight where they were working together they may come to be happy to see one another. 

she smiled as she heard the men on the ground start to wake up. It was truly funny the things the rest of the bar would do to the men if only provoked. she turned. "What do you do with a drunken fighter so late in the evening?" She half sung half yelled. Than repeated it. the third time got everyone in the bar to start singing. It was her way of confusing the men that laid on the floor. everyone stopped after the chorus tell someone yelled "let us make him dance from our rusty knives." everyone started to sing that as the men got up and looked around. Soon people started throwing their silverware ath them. Than they all started singing the first verse again. she only laughed as they ran from the bar. Everyone else cheered.

she turned back to him. "so what do you say. want to have a good time in the worce town on this continent."

"If by fun you death"he says whilst a smirk pulled on his features as he mulled over the prospect, feigning a lack of interest in such. "Alright then, you've won me over."grinning to look at Vinsue, he whips out his dagger in a flashy flourish to hold in a reverse grip "Where do we start?"