Ebsen: Breaking the Curse (Open/Accepting)

She rummaged through the bags in the corner of the empty room. Her ice-like eyes glowed white as the magic swirled within them seeing purple columns of smoke of all the living beings in the tavern. They saw though walls and floor, barrels and metal swords. She brought her eyes backto the contents and couldn't help the smirk that crept upon her. A change of men's clothing and a cloak complete with cowl. Hunter's garb. How perfect...her goddess was with her tonight. Aiobhin looked through a few more packs and found a necklace, buckle, an extra dagger and....her hand stopped as she traced her fine fingertips of the bone. She picked up the gemshorn and admired it's remarkableness. Made from a naga's horn it was hollowed out, beautiful white bone tipped in brown and black. This was what she needed. She started to strip off her clothing and placed it in the bag. Dressing in the hunter's clothing and bunching it with the buckle at her hips. Her curves were hidden. Wearing the amulet of protection around her ivory neck. She tried up the white blond strands of long hair and pulled on the dark cloak. Tying a scarf around her face all you could see was a few hairs and her white-blue eyes still glowing with magic. She pulled up the cloak. Let that bastard try and catch her.

Downstairs she felt a difference essence enter and her eyes darted to the floor and peered at a yellow column of smoke enter. A demon. No surprise...she casted an illusion spell to hide her signature scent so the demon didn't smell her unique presence. She didn't doubt cambions were common here though. Still a hunter cambion would be suspicious. She tucked away the gemshorn and headed back to their own room. She had some gold coins she'd collected from a few rooms and other relics she could sell to get them out of Ebsen. Unlocking the door and peering in she saw her siblings were afraid she lifted the cowl so they could see her strange eyes and they relaxed. Finger to where her lips would be she went to Briath and unlocked his shackles. This had to been done carefully. Briath was still a child and easier to sneak out.

She draped the cloak over her brother and they tried to walked in unison as she locked the door again behind them. They started down the stairs carefully. A hunter was a common sight and they were known for secrecy. No eyes turned. She saw the demon at the counter. Where to hide Briath? She saw the cellar door and smirked....A white glow emitted from under the cloak discreetly. No enough to alarm anyone and the barkeep went crazy.

"How dare you demonic wench enter me tavern and dirty my establishment with your abominable presence!" Eyes turned to him, "Get out!" he screamed over and over again. He cleared the counter in a sweep and glass and drink and metal flew about! He threw a broom at her direction and anything else he could destroying the place and acting mad. It caused enough of a stir that no one noticed the dark figure entering the cellar.