15 summer
The small swinging door which had once been painted red led to a small and musty tavern.
A single bar of notched wood was positioned at the far side a big man leaning over it a livid scar running down his face disappearing into a black bristly beard.
The place was dimly lit by a hot orange light, shadows reaching out onto every table, no customer here would like to be really seen or heard by others. The various tables and chairs were a long distance from each other so people and their hushed conversations would be cloaked by the silence.
There was no sound of serving girls, here people served themselves at the bar, and there was no bustling or movement.
The tables were occupied by dim cloaked shadowy figures talking quietly; this was a place for business. Which was perfect for Lysandra who was looking for business, she entered quietly the barman looked at her hen averted his eyes, it was clear that no staring was another rule of this tavern, as soon as she stepped in the shadows enveloped her making her one of the dim figures.
Some of the men or women, she couldn’t quite make them out turned for a second and then went back to their business.
She avoided the group of men seated at the far end of the tavern and preferred to sit alone, if there was work to be done someone would seek her out.