Lyrah sits in a corner

[lyrah]

A dark brooding silence hangs almost palpably over the far corner to the tap room. A well dressed but darkly hooded figure sits there. No longer her formerly bubbly self she looks up with disdain, sniffs and calls out to the Bar Keep

Bar Keep, another ... she picks up and swirls her glass... one of these.

She seems more lost than ever. Rumors had it she was to swear to Morrigan but with the upheaval who knows now. Never one to stay locked into one place long who can say what will happen.

[Fia]

Fia leaves the bar and approaches the table, "Lyrah, with all the upheaval in the past year I wondered where you had gotten to. You missed quite an entertaining gather. How have you been keeping?

Have you heard the tales from last gather, seems we have misplaced 3 of our kindred. I am attempting to round up a search party but alas it looks like most have scattered to the respective dens since the gather. I've never actually asked you about your particular gifts, but care to join in a hunt?"