Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-5255416-20170619024917/@comment-5456040-20170619052529

A coyote strolls in with as she glances around the bar. She carried herself with cold confidence,  disapproving of the drunkards that rambled on and on and glared at those that turned to see who the newcomer was. Back in her time period she wasn't particularly fond of Mavenland, and the sentiment remains today. However, she was forced to leave her home country in search of potential tomes, to no avail.

Bars were the place to go for information, even for long forgotten tomes. She sits down and notices a few stares, likely from her odd choice in clothing. While others were in a more casual attire, she opted for her cloak and traditional Hourglass period dress and headpiece.

She sits at the bar, a few seats away from the winged stilt. Not her preferred choice, but she needed information.