this is how the world works

they say i did something bad, so why'd it feel so good?

It's a leather and iron kind of day, but then, when isn't it for Mara? And given that she can't feel the cold, thigh-high boots and the leather equivalent of a cat-suit seems like the perfect outfit for a day in hell-frozen-over. Mara isn't stupid of course, knowing her skin can still be damaged by the cold, so she does hustle towards the Kraii. But if she gets a bit of frostbite, well then....she'll just have to find some poor sap willing to warm her up, won't she?

Banging open the doors like she owns the place, Mara looks around. No Neron. Well, that figures. She's wanted to harass chat with him about something, but it could wait. Helping herself behind the bar, Mara grabs a bottle of something dark and two shot glasses that she plunks down onto the counter. Pulling out one of her daggers, she uses it to crack through the wax-seal that tops the bottle, before stabbing it into the top of the bar and pouring herself a drink.

MARA