*in the shadows a figure appears slightly. Walking cautiously through the darkness brought forth by the night sky, a blue haze illuminates a small area as the figure moves towards the Eldriff Tavern close by. As the figure moves to the door, the light from within gives a clearer view of a hooded figure. A gloved hand grasps at the door handle and pulls it open*

Veata stood in the darkness waching the cloked figure. She pulled her hood over her head to shadow her face. There was some thing very unusal about Veata that no one could ever figure out about her. She told no one of her past. She was nothing but a ghost to this world.

*Removing his hood, the childlike face of Kreep was revealed. His eyes held a blue haze and his face held a cold tension as if he had searching from something. Seeing Veata he quietly moved to a corner booth to keep a good view on the tavern. He placed a silver piece on the table.*

"Barkeep" *His voice was quiet, yet cold* "A glass of Elven Ice wine."

*His eyes kept close watch on the door, but also on the womn who pulled the cloak over her head.*

Veata notice that the man was keeping a eye on her. She seemed to not have a wepon on her, but thats where she fooled most people. She had wepons they were just well hid. The bar keep broght her a bottle of vodka. She took a drink from the bottle and acted like she didn't notice he was keeping a eye on her.

*Taking the bottle of ice wine from the bartender, Kreep relaxes and fills his glass. As he drank, he arm begin to burn. Removing a pouch he had attached there under his cloack, he pulled out a small saphire.*

Veata looked at the saphire. She finshed off the bottle of vodka and set to back down on the table, but then the bottle just shatterd in her hand. Veata winced a little and began pulling the glass out of her hand.