| Var |
By her path cut away from the forest, she came to the village she had glimpsed through the trees, hesitant to enter it without prior knowledge. While there were hundreds of small towns in Ethaeri, Var was cautious about going into a situation in which she wasn't privy to any before hand information. However, she had already ventured from the woods, and it would be foolishness to skulk back to them now. She had come for a reason, and that was supplies, news of the coming War, and perhaps, some trinkets that she could lift from the undeserving and rude. Her first stop, however, was the local tavern. While the men were lascivious and usually intoxicated, she was more than capable of protecting herself, and often, bars were rich with news (although it tended to be highly unreliable), and people too hammered to notice their pockets have become lighter. Pushing her way through the crowd, she took her place at the table, trying not to curl her lips as someone bumped into her, clearly inebriated. She didn't look at the bartender when she ordered, just passing the needed coins over. Money had little worth to her, but sometimes, it was necessary. It wasn't like she planned on actually drinking, but if she didn't order something, she'd be booted out for loitering.
"Your cheapest bourbon," Glancing over, she narrowed her eyes at the stranger to her right, while, to the left of her, someone or other was talking to the barkeep.