A slight figure heavily wrapped in a ragged, dirty cloak enters the bar. The hood is drawn far over the face, effectively hiding any distinguishing features. The newcomer steps towards the bar, limping a little.
"Water," she requests. Her voice is barely a whisper, and very, very dry.
She takes the mug Rawzer wordlessly pushes across and drains it in one go. The hood of the cloak slips back a little. Her skin is pale, too pale to be natural, and she is very thin. The black irises of her eyes gleam as she stares at Rawzer, and she looks... starved. Muttering a thankyou, she continues to stare at him.
"Do you have-" she swallows. She seems to have difficulty looking away from his jugular. "Do you have live meat? I don't have any gold. Or, or a pest problem? I could deal with it for you." Her tone is pleading; she looks desperate and hungry.
Her fangs glisten beneath the shadows of her hood.
(ooc) "ooc" means "out of character" (/ooc)
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