Elizabeth
On her way home from the Greatwood, Elizabeth's ship had made a pitstop in Stormbreak. They'd reported that they needed a few hours to load some supplies and other goods, leaving her with time to kill and little to assuage her boredom. However, she was used to entertaining herself - or at least finding entertainment in others. As such, she gathered her pack containing all her reading and writing materials, and headed for the last place she'd visited with Noe: The White Hart. They'd spent some time drinking and people watching amongst the bustle of people, laughing about rumors they overheard or uncomfortable interactions they saw. It had been a fun night for sure, but Noe wasn't here now, so she'd have to make do on her own.
When she stepped into the bar, the warmth of fire and lowered inhibitions brushed against her skin, encouraging her to strip away the thick brown travel jacket she wore. Her white blouse and brown trousers were much more practical, blending well with the wooden aesthetic of the place. Tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear, Elizabeth's brown eyes scanned the crowded space with practiced precision, taking in the atmosphere that hummed with potential. Her first order of business was a drink, and she made her way to the bar, offering a warm, inviting smile that earned her a spiced mead that felt perfect for the semi-chilly weather of the day.
She cradled her drink for a moment before spotting a more secluded corner to settle in. Claiming an empty table, she pulled out a notebook and a pen before taking a sip of her drink.
When she stepped into the bar, the warmth of fire and lowered inhibitions brushed against her skin, encouraging her to strip away the thick brown travel jacket she wore. Her white blouse and brown trousers were much more practical, blending well with the wooden aesthetic of the place. Tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear, Elizabeth's brown eyes scanned the crowded space with practiced precision, taking in the atmosphere that hummed with potential. Her first order of business was a drink, and she made her way to the bar, offering a warm, inviting smile that earned her a spiced mead that felt perfect for the semi-chilly weather of the day.
She cradled her drink for a moment before spotting a more secluded corner to settle in. Claiming an empty table, she pulled out a notebook and a pen before taking a sip of her drink.
Dive into the sea of thought,
and find there pearls beyond price.
and find there pearls beyond price.
