Post by Levedara on Jan 3, 2010 8:33:01 GMT -5
The Red Raven officers had four guests this night, two in cells, one not. A woman clad in black spends most of her night sitting next to one of the prisoners cells, reaching through the bars now and then with a wetted cloth to offer comfort to the sedated man. She's kept company by a similarly clad gentleman, the two of them sharing sporadic quite conversation.
Her expression would shift between sad and angry, though a vague cheerful demeanor would flit across her features during the scattered brief conversation companion.
Those that recognize mithika would see her now and then emerge from the red ravens, taking a brisk walk to the inn to collect fresh water from kale. she'd mutter under her breath frequently on these trips "i can't believe i'm helping someone like him.." in common, and hinnish, as she trudged about with a grim look of determination.
Her expression would shift between sad and angry, though a vague cheerful demeanor would flit across her features during the scattered brief conversation companion.
Those that recognize mithika would see her now and then emerge from the red ravens, taking a brisk walk to the inn to collect fresh water from kale. she'd mutter under her breath frequently on these trips "i can't believe i'm helping someone like him.." in common, and hinnish, as she trudged about with a grim look of determination.