Anise Mortem

I notice you as you walk up to the bar, the wary looks you send my way make my stomach churn. It seems you were another person who would judge everyone on their outward appearance. I bring my wine glass to my lips, savoring the rich and tannic vintage. I feel your glances in my direction. Perhaps I misjudged you myself. I turn my head and look down the bar towards you and give you a warm smile, my floppy dog ears shifting on my head. I slide off my stool and make my way towards you, my bare feet padding silently against the wooden floor of the tavern. “You wouldn’t happen to be an adventurer now would you?” I ask my voice raspy and sensual. “I am looking for an adventurer to help me on a series of quests. Would you be interested, or should I ask elsewhere?” I raise a fine eyebrow at you as I take the empty stool beside you, my tone is playful but also hinting with challenge.