(gunna use this character
she turned to the male who dared sit at her table. a darthir on first glance. but a drowess who was disguised could sense his own. his name gave it away.
under the table, the hand crossbow was aimed at the male, a sensuous smirk on her face, her gold eyes peering boldly unto him.
"how foolish to walk over and assume your worth it?"
her ability in the human tongue not as developed and many of her words were broken and a bit mispronounced with her own city's accent. her first instinct was that he might have been one of the Dancers, but there was something about him- his aura familar to even a former priestess.
and dont waist my time," she replied plainly dropping her hood and allowing her coppery hair to fall around her face. the weapon still aimed between his legs.