Musa walked into the bar, her black heeled boots clicking on the worn wood, her dark brown hair spilled over her shoulders. Her black skirt flowed gracefully behind her. Her green eyes searched the realtivly empty bar, only about two tables had people occupying them. She smiled warmly at the bartender and took a seat at an empy table in the corner.
The bartender walked over cleaning a beer glass and smiled. "Is their anything I can get for you?" He said.
Musa smiled back and awnsered his question politely crossing her legs. "Rum would be really good." She said thinking of its bitter sweet taste.
"It'll be right out." He said hurring behind the bar and preparing her drink.
Musa leaned back and began to realax, but for some reason she couldnt, she could feel a presance watching her back as if examing her like a science project, she turned quickly only to see the almost empty room. She sighed and turned again, thinking she was hearing sounds of slow breathing behind her, but no one was their, so for the time being she ignored it but touched the knife hidden in the folds of her skirt to make herself feel just alittle more safe.

Shelendri wondered into the bar, deciding that this was as good a place as any to find something to eat. The place was pretty much empty, with a few patrons scattered around the room. Shrugging her shoulders so as to reposition her sword which had moved a bit to an uncomfortable position against her shoulder blade, she headed to the bar itself. Settling herself on a seat, she noticed a woman a few stools down, appearently waiting or her drink. Shelendri offered her a smile. "Good day." The bartender passed and she motioned him over. "What's good to eat today?"
He shrugged. "We've got a fair stew, if that's your fancy."
Shelendri smiled and nodded. "That'd be perfect. I'll have a bowl." He nodded in return, and went over to the other woman with a tankard of what looked like rum. Shelendri wasn't too fond of the drink, but her father had favoured it. She indictaced to the woman's drink. "Rum?"

"I need it." She said holding up the drink, it wasnt really her favorite drink either, but she was in the mood. "Stew?" She said wrinkling her nose for a minute when the bartender brought out the poorly made bowl of stew. It didnt look apataizing to musa at all and she felt as if you must be crazy to eat food that came from a bar, she only at food that she watched some one or herself make, she didnt trust people easily, the woman next to her had a sword and looked like she was a rather good fighter. In the event of a fight she was ready, she had magic on her side.

Shlendri nodded to the other woman, then looked rather disapoointedly at the stew placed in front of her. Oh well, it was food. It wasn't like it was going to kill her, and she was hungry. She picked out a few pieces of meat, avoiding what looked suspiciously like bits of cabbage. If there was one thing she hated, it was cabbage. Once she'd had a few mouthfuls, she pushed the bowl away. While she was hungry, she wasn't that hungry. It looked like she'd have to catch her dinner again. You'd think with all the times she'd had to fall back on wild game to feed herself, she would have learned to hunt without shape shifting. Unfortunately, she just seemed to have no skill whatsoever for setting snares and the like. She'd have to find someone to teach her how to do it.
She looked over at the bartender, wondering if she dared chance anything that might be on offer to drink. Well, the other woman didn't seem to be finding the rum revolting, so maybe the drink here would be better than the food. "I'll have some wine, thanks." She hoped that wasn't asking for trouble. Wine was easy to mess up, but she did feel a bit safe with ordering it. She didn't like most other drinks, so she'd have to take her chances.
The wine was placed in front of her and she took a cautious sip. The wine wasn't too bad, which she was greatful for.

(OOC: Heya, mind if I join in? My first post by the way... ^_^ )

Enaius yawned. Blinking grumpily, he eyed his surroundings. The tavern was quiet, the only custom at this time as he could see were two women at the bar and three men sitting at a table across the room. Whereas the two women seemed to be engaging in light conversation, the men seemed to be beyond talking. One had his head upon the table, snoring quietly while the other two stared wistfully at their long empty glasses, eying the women occasionally.
Looking down upon his own glass, he too found it empty. It sure hadn't lasted him too long. Damnation upon this cheap country ale!
His lute lay beside him, covered by a heavy leather cloak. His lute-case has fallen victim to the storm a few days earlier, blowing away in the forest when he attempted to pack the lute into it. When he found it again, the case had been thoroughly soaked and ripped in places. No self-respecting musician would ever put a valuable instrument in such a mess.
Eniaus reached into the cloak now, probing the pockets for change. His efforts were fruitless as again he found that he had none. Well, I'd better be playing my music then. Perhaps the women have some coin... for some decent food.

The Bard then brought forth his Lute and began to play...

Kiesu walked in and examined the tavern, scanning for a place to sit. He noticed a spot in a far cornor that nobody was sitting at and place himself over there in a chair. He continued to examine the Tavern and noticed to Women with blades sitting in another far corner. The Bartender walked up to him asking if he wanted anything to drink. Kiesu told him that he didn't have much and that he didn't know the cost of anything and that he was just there to rest. The Bartender walked away and Kiesu continued watching the people that were in the Tavern.After waiting for a short while he decided to leave the inn. He had had enough rest for now to continue his journey... wherever it may take him.