**Sits down at the bar**

[Cardinal Aiyalin]

**A dark figure sits at the bar, brooding in silence over her red wine. She had not visited in quite some time.. and was interested to see if anyone walking past her would recognize the slim figure concealed in the black velvet cape.

**Long, slim fingers tap against the countertop.. idly counting away the moments as the night wore on.

[Jubei SaDherat Vader]

(In the distance a Jedi Knight watched the visitor, with a twinge of familiarity.)

OOC: Yay...glad to see you back. We'll get you nice and cozy with da updates :)

[Mortaniuss]

While it could be said that drinking was a very important part of Mortaniuss' existance, alcohol wasn't on his list of favoured beverages. In fact, only one thing was... and he'd had his fill of that this night. So he left the drinking group and wandered back to his barstool, keeping an eye open in case the ever-cocky Mr. Prent tried to disappear.

In truth, he had hardly paid attention to the woman: After all, his attention was (for the most part) only fixed on the opposite sex when the Hunger began to gnash its invisible teeth at him. But he never missed a creature of such striking beauty as this one. So without a word, he slowly turned the barstool so that he could watch her from the corner of his peripheral vision.

So beautiful, like an Angel straight from the moons of Iezu... so seemingly delicate. But the latter notion was quickly washed away, as he could feel the malevolent energy which hung about her like a pall.

A Dark Angel, then. All the more enticing.