Post by Mother Isis on Jul 5, 2016 1:18:53 GMT
Cracks of light from the lightening storm outside would reflect into the tap room as the door opens. A figure dressed in dark tattered clothes would cross the threshold hold,a sudden eerie presance given of the figure as they walk in. Walk up to the front desk a dark hood is pulled back to reveal Mother Isis, her black scarf covering her face as normal. She would ask about a room and then once getting the key to enter one she would head to the lounge. Her black torn skirt would trail behind her, her pure black eyes would fish through the surrounding patrons making many turn there heads back to what they were doing as she stared at them her gaze hidden under he black head scarf as she held her crystal ball tight to her body.-