"SOMEONE STOLE MY MONEY!" came a cry in the streets.
Aerynn appeared out of the shadows just right next to this restaurant. She chuckled as she fingered the coin purse, pleased by the moderate sum in it. Earlier, she had run out of money, so she had decided to pick the pocket of some unfortunate passerby. It wasn't because she wanted to out of sport; she was just starting to get hungry. Such was the life of a thief.
To her fortune, the half-elf woman "jumped" right next to the restaurant. As she approached the door, she began to wonder what she was going to eat. With zanbatou in hand and running the other hand through her brownish-bronze hair, she opened the door and stepped through. A bell chimed, and almost immediately, she was greeted:
Welcome, how may I help you?"
Aerynn's green eyes set upon a woman standing behind the bar of this well-kept restaurant. After looking around a bit, she looked at the woman and smiled cheerfully. She approached the bar and sat down, setting her weapon on her lap.
"Hi, how are you?" she said. "A pint of ale and and some beef stew, please."