Somewhere, Some Tavern...
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ᒥ🕷ᒧ— He stumbles into the tavern, his cloak drawn over his face to hide onyx skin and silver hair in the dim torch light. Rinnill looked like any weary man if no one gave him a closer inspection and he didn't intend to allow anyone that chance.
He hobbled on his crutch to a seat at an open table, and once he found it, he resisted the urge to fling his head back and simply melt into the wood with exhaustion. The drow man kept himself hunched over, hiding every inch of skin he could to remain unbothered by surface dwellers. A coin was placed on the table; his hope the barmaid would scoop it up without question and supply him with their strongest ale.
It's then the noise of chatter quiets down across the room, it brings him unease. Was he made so soon? However, the attention wasn't on him. Scarlet eyes dart to the corner of the room where a small stage was placed. It was no more than a step off the ground, barely a stage and more of a platform. Upon stands a tiefling woman, he's just about to write her off as unassuming until she reveals a violin from its case. A magnificent instrument, not meant for the likes of ruffians and drunken men to hear in the drow's opinion.
A few drawn breaths and she begins to play. His body goes rigid by the illustrious melody played with such ease. It could challenge the likes of any musician in Menzoberranzan. Rinnill stares, no longer concerned with hiding his drow heritage, all his attention was on her and solely her.
The music comes to an end, as all good things do, and the room is left baffled. However, Rinnill stands carefully on his crutch and makes his way over to the violin case. He deposits ten shining, gold coins in the case wordlessly. A glimpse under the hood is allowed for only a moment, where his red eyes peek from under it. He was moved by her talent; there was the unmistakable shining of infatuation in them.











