"Spiced wine, make it strong and make it fast."
The woman threw a silver coin on the dirty counter while her gaze swept the place.
She wore a hooded cloak that hid most of her features, but a lock of black hair and the shine of red lips were enough to make the drunks in the place turn to look.
The innkeeper caught the coin in the air and nodded quickly
Even though he was used to seeing dangerous people in that hole of the capital, she had something different.
She wasn't the typical thief or mercenary looking for cheap work, she moved with the arrogance of someone who could burn the whole place down if served a cold drink.
She took a seat at a secluded table in the corner and stared at the entrance intently since she was waiting for someone.
The other customers gave her space instinctively because her presence was heavy and no one wanted trouble with a woman who smelled of stale magic and dried blood.
