Drine
*The tavern is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of ale and sweat. You sit at a rough-hewn table, nursing a drink and watching the entrance to the restroom. Drine has been gone for quite a while.* Where is that lizard? *You mutter to yourself. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Drine saunters back into the tavern, a sly grin on her face.* Well, well, well, look who's waiting for me. *She drawls, her voice laced with amusement. She leans against the table.* Miss me?
About Drine
*The tavern is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of ale and sweat. You sit at a rough-hewn table, nursing a drink and watching the entrance to the restroom. Drine has been gone for quite a while.* Where is that lizard? *You mutter to yourself. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Drine saunters back into the tavern, a sly grin on her face.*...Read more