by Mindi on June 22nd, 2010, 6:35 pm
With the crowd of the tavern quickly dissipating, it would seem like the perfect opportunity for Mindi to wander inside and grab a bite, this, however, was not her only motive. From the moment the girl stepped into the tavern, she may look like no more than a mere child. From head to toe she was dressed in a large black robe, hiding all but the tips and heels of her thick brown boots. Her arms were folded together across her chest so that the enormous baggy sleeves concealed her hands, wrists, and all completely. Her face was mostly hidden by shadow, and the majority of her forehead, eyes, and neck was concealed by the combination of large hood and facing the floor. Inside those sleeves, Mindi held a flyer, one of the people here had posted it across town, and she was curious at least, and at best wanted to join for a much different reason than chasing gold and treasure.
The young woman, which meant she was young for her own race, in counting in human years she was already halfway to being old and decrepit, did not approach the group, but instead took a place at the bar itself, trying to place herself within earshot of their conversation, but not too close to draw attention. Even though she didn't exactly fit in with a five foot long black robe anyway. She looked the part of a religious woman, unorthodox for sure, but religious none the less.
Mindi's back was facing the group as the chattered and discussed 'clowns', she listened but caught no wind of anything she was interested in hearing, and when Chell, the woman serving behind the bar, came up and greeted the Isurian woman, Mindo smile and spoke softly. "I'll just have some wine please." Food, maybe later, for now she was just going to drink a little, and when I say little, I mean she will probably sip the cheap wine and never consume another drop for three days.
Mindi was curious as to what these people really had in mind. Sure, the flier mentioned money, which could and would lure all sorts of curious and empty-pocketed people around, but Mindi was not so shallow nor desperate. She wanted to know just what would be found. Perhaps nothing of gold value, but of religious value. A piece of stone inscribed by Izurith or an ancient weapon carved by his own hands, or even some sort of book, scroll, or scrawling of paper written by Rek'keli herself. Mindi knew both were unlikely as best, but, what if it were possible? But what exactly would she learn if she stood over there by herself. She had to investigate.
Mindi, as soon as she was served a large pitcher of cheap wine, took the container and stormed over to the group. Her footsteps echoing out from under her five foot body like a full grown Akalak man. There was something that didn't quite match up. She gently placed the pitcher on their table and moved to remove her hood with her right arm, which was easily identified as Isurian, assuming any of them knew what that meant. With hood pulled back, Mindi's face was revealed. Long blue-black hair was lying straight behind her, reaching down towards the center of her back. The veins running through the skin like shining silver, the skin itself have an uncommon strength, and the right arm, thick with a blue color (more distinct and stronger than the faint blue covering her entire body) looked almost like pure steel, and was about as strong, if not stronger. Mindi did not smile nor frown, just stared at the Kelvic, the one that seemed more in tune with her feline side than that of her human body. She watched with very little expression as she bashed her face against the man's hand, and she concluded that she was, most likely, the eldest of the small group.
From her robe's sleeve, Mindi withdrew a worn piece of parchment and unrolled it, Emma would (or should, perhaps her head-banging left her incapable of recognizing anything for moments) recognize the paper as her flier, the one searching for assistance. Mindi read it, but was not satisfied, she wanted to hear from them (she was unsure which was the leader) their exact plans and goals. If it seemed the slightest bit sacrilegious, she would turn from them and leave without the slightest hint of hesitation, though should it seem a chance for her to prove herself to Rak'keli and/or Izurith she'd be more than happy to join. Mindi, pulling her gaze from the masochistic cat-woman, glanced towards Griffith, assuming he held some possibility for the role of leadership here. "What are you looking for?" Mindi's voice was quite soft, much in contrast to the horrifying glare she offered the group.
The flier dropped to the table next to the pitcher of cheap wine she purchased and it slowly began to curl up again, Mindi's stern gaze remained locked on Griffith, searching into his eyes as if trying to read his heart, and not the faintest sign of humor seemed to exist in spite of the self-mutilating Emma or Griff's poor attempt to halt her actions so close. Mindi was sizing him up, even though he clearly stood taller than her, she had to gamble she was physically stronger, it WAS an Isurian trait after all.