03-21-2018, 11:09 AM
A lithe figure dressed in clean black and brown travelling clothes enters the tavern from outside. A face mask obscures the bottom of her face and a short half-cloak with a faded light blue trim is draped over one shoulder. Her long brown hair is braided to one side and her green eyes peer over her mask at the bustling inn.
Nightingale finds the change in atmosphere hits her immediately. Outside the streets were mostly quiet, a few people going here and there but the day was mostly done. In the Yawning Portal however, it was only just getting started.
Squeezing nimbly through the crowd she gets to the bar and asks just for some water, keeping her mask up. While she had been instructed to keep her identity to herself, she also looked rather young, and she didn't want to be kicked out of the Inn. She still wasn't sure exactly what her plan was here in Waterdeep, but this place was probably a good place to start. Knowing that someone was bound to have a trip down the well tonight at some point, Nightingale was a little eager to see it happen.
The entire place was overflowing and crowded, so a table to herself was probably out of the question. Scanning the room she spies a dragonborn sitting alone near the fire that she remembered exchanging pleasantries with when she first took a room at the inn.
Navigating the crowd once again, she finally gets to the fire. "Do you mind if I take a seat?" she inquires to Kriv, her soft feminine voice is slightly muffled by her mask, but clear enough to understand.
Nightingale finds the change in atmosphere hits her immediately. Outside the streets were mostly quiet, a few people going here and there but the day was mostly done. In the Yawning Portal however, it was only just getting started.
Squeezing nimbly through the crowd she gets to the bar and asks just for some water, keeping her mask up. While she had been instructed to keep her identity to herself, she also looked rather young, and she didn't want to be kicked out of the Inn. She still wasn't sure exactly what her plan was here in Waterdeep, but this place was probably a good place to start. Knowing that someone was bound to have a trip down the well tonight at some point, Nightingale was a little eager to see it happen.
The entire place was overflowing and crowded, so a table to herself was probably out of the question. Scanning the room she spies a dragonborn sitting alone near the fire that she remembered exchanging pleasantries with when she first took a room at the inn.
Navigating the crowd once again, she finally gets to the fire. "Do you mind if I take a seat?" she inquires to Kriv, her soft feminine voice is slightly muffled by her mask, but clear enough to understand.
