Vencrest sat down sleepily at the 'Famished Peasent' inn, sipping a glass of strong ale, a plate of stale bread in front of him. He took a long, gulp from his glass, savoring the alcolic flavor of the beverage. He raised his mug, signaling for the bar maid to refresh his drink. He had been at the inn for the past week, getting to know the locals and give a hand around the under handed town of Angband. The bar maid approached him, leaning forward to grab his glass, and filled it up with the pitcher she carried around with her. "There you go," she said polietly, hoping the drow would leave a nice tip for her.

He probably would. During his week or so in the inn, he had come quite fond of the bar maid, Zoe, enjoying her company, and presence. "Uh, Zoe," He said, waving her over to his direction, sligtly drunken, and bored. "Do you mind fetching me some pie?" He asked, as she approached him. "No problem," She chirped, shuffling away, a empty tray of food in hand that she had taken from an empty table. "Be there in a second."

Vencrest took anther sip of his drink, gazing at the patterns in the wall, trying to make out shapes and figures. "Here you go!" Zoe said, approaching from behind, placing a piece of apple pie before Vencrest. "Uh, Zoe," Vencrest said, calling her again ", heres a tip." "Thank you!" Zoe exclaimed, taking the coin, throwing her arms around Vencrest. Vencrest smiled, as she shuffled off, and began eating his pie.