It was a cold dark rainy night, but of cource isn't always. Nartoth stood in the shadows of the looming in with the rain soaking through his cloak and cloths chilling him too the bone, and his boots sinking in the mud. He was generaly miseraly more misserable than usual and he was hungry. The raukus of the festival, being held at the Inn wafted across the street, what festival he couldn't remember and didn't realy care that much, tonights agenda wasn't merry making, or money it was to simply feed. He had stood in that some spot for hours concealed by the shadows for hours waiting for some poor inebriated soul to come stumbling out of the inn, but much to his dismay the rain had kept every body inside.
Cursing under his breath he resigned to himself he would venture in to the "Lazy Elf Inn". He chuckled to himself about the name. "Aren't all elves lazy" he thought "after all they've been using my kind as slaves for centuries" but he knew not elf nor drow would admit to it. why he could never imagine. "My kind" He scowled at the thought " the elves and the drow could burn in the abyss " hunger and focus pushed these thoughts aside As casualy as possible he pushed the door open to the Inn. Then it hit him, like a mace to the gut, all the sound, smells and noise of every race in the land all in one spot. I was almost more than he could handle. As he scanned the room he could see all of them. Includeing an Ogre and a Troll throwing dice at one of the corner table. He scanned the room looking for an easy kill, though all grouped togather like this none look easy, well except the extremely drunk human getting a little too friendly with the dwarf women. Thier were only a few races missing, namely those that didn' associate with any others the ghouls and shadows and those that migrated here from the abyss it self. He also notice none of his kind thought that didn't suprise him he hadn't seen any in the city. He was a lone drow in a city of humans and elve both of which hated him. He made his way throught the crowd hopeing to find an empty table at which he could sit and watch. As he crossed the room he also looked for those who make easy targets when something caught he eye. A young woman sitting at a corner table by her self, other than this she look out of place. He hair long and silvery, her skin, smooth, dark, realy quite an enchanting creature, But among all this was the sharp contrast of her orange and yellow robes, marking her as a cleric of Kleothera. "what is a drow, even one of this realm, doing worshipping..ber."he mused He pulled his dripping hood down further and slowly made his way through the crowd. Moving up behind the drowess he whispered in the drow language "Not oftedn I see one of our kind in the Orange and red." The suprised cleric turned wide eyed only to meet the cold gaze of the vampyre. "May I take a seat?" he asked and took the seat across from her, before she could answer. "What, do you want?" She asked him recovering from her shock. "Want?" Nartoth replied smugly "I just thought one of my own would make better company than one of these." He said gesturing to the crowd. "and thougth it was odd to see one such as yourself in the robes of Kleothera. " he paused waiting for a reply from the drowess.

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