Re: The Green Lizard Tavern
There was a few people in the tavern allready, spotted here and there.
In a darkened corner of the room, the glow of several candles floating in midair helped illuminate the book someone was reading. Dressed in the robes stiled of a magician, the young Night Elf seemed focus in her book, flipping the pages with a wave of her hand, her eyes, instead of the usual silver, were glowing lime green.
At the bar sat a black-cloaked figure, nursing his drink and seemingly not paying attention to the room. A large mace hung from his back, and was messy with various blood, guts, and brain matter of it's victims.
At a table by himself sat a hulking demon, using a sharpening stone on his scythe weapon. Glowing yellow eyes spied the new keepers, each getting a apraising look before another scraaape happens on the scythe.
At a table near the middle of the room rested another female, seemingly of elven decent- except for her black hair and smallish demon wings and horns. The girl was dressed in very form-fitting leather of some strange make- unless the Keepers were familier with the substance 'latex'- and had everything from a whip to a large double dildo hanging from her belt. She was sipping at a small drink as she eyed over the other patrons, an impish smile on her face.
And running between the four of them, seemingly trying her hardest to annoy them the most, was a young girl, who looked to be somewhere around fourteen- though the fact she was in a bar could be misleading. She had a wild, untamed, slightly mangy look as she darted back and forth, her light voice echoing through the room.
"What are you reading? What's that word mean? It looks funny! MEOWCH! Whyd you do that for!?! Nice scythe, can I hold it? ... you didn't have to kick me across the room! Ooh! Can I borrow that pink thigy? I'll return it, I promise! Eep! That hurt!" and so on and so on...