Alyn'rae made her way through the mountain range on foot, following the worn pathing with lithe steps. Her ice-white hair was well hidden inside the large, hooded cloak that was wrapped securely around her feminine, curved frame.
The drowess threw a glance at her surroundings, up ahead was a large cavern entrance. Her intense crimson eyes narrowed, she raised a hand and pulled her hood further down over her features so that only the full, soft lips were to be seen. On her back, she carried a bow, on each hip a dagger was strapped firmly.
As she reached the cavern entrance, she let out a relieved sigh. The brightness of the surface had long been enough and she longed for the snug darkness, to let it surround her and absorb her. Alyn'rae did not hesitate, but started descending into the large tunnels. The further in she got, the more the familiar sounds filled her ears, along with voices coming from a nearby building that she was soon to learn was the tavern. She stepped up to the door, pushing it open with a slender hand and stepped inside. Her measuring gaze traveled across the gathered in the room for a brief moment, presenting each of them with a curt nod of her head.
Alyn'rae walked towards an empty table, removing her bow from her back, followed by the cloak, which she hang across the back of the chair, revealing the waist long, wavy hair, that framed her elegant looking face and the slender curves of her figure. She wore a light set of armor consisting of a corset, pants with various straps spread around them and sturdy leather boots. Her arms and shoulders were well protected by shoulder guards and bracers.
The drowess sat down on a chair, resting one leg across the other. Her fingertips drummed against the table briefly as she examined each face in the room. She had not seen any of them before, and thus did not interrupt their on going conversation, unless approached, but merely watched them from beneath thick rows of lashes.