Within the darkest corner of the inn, a man and a woman reside. Their faces shadowed by the dim candle light as their cold, judging eyes survey the Tavern scene.
As if oblivious to the two strangers and the aura which they bring, the inn remains the same up beat haven it always is. The clinks of glasses and the cheery voices of civillians chim from every inch of the inn.
As if the two characters were statues they remain still and silent; listening intently to the words being thrown about the tavern. Their coldness almost radiants in the silence.
The smell of alcohol consumes the air around them, as small plums of smoke from nearby smokers whirl around the air above them.
As if numb to all senses, Kydai, the female of the two wanderers; peers at each face momentarily. Her icy eyes emit a powerful electric blue glow, uncaring whether she is seeming obvious or not. Her complexion is pale and ghostly in the faint light.
Her companion, Nexhas seemingly more confident in what they are doing, sits restlessly beside her. A menacing smirk lingering on his lips. His eyes flickering from one face to the next as his fists are noticably clenched tightly under the table. The whites of his knuckles are prominant from under his skin, his tendens straining.
"This is getting ridiculous, Nexhas.. Let us leave.. He will not show.." Kydai's voice comes out in a breath as her eyes slowly flicker to his face, peering at him with concerned but guarded eyes.
"He will show. Be patient, Kydai." Nexhas' lips never lose their sneer, his eyes fixed, unblinkingly on the door to the left of the bar.