D&D: Female Drow Ranger

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You walk down the streets, enjoying the nights cool air caressing your thighs and your shoulders. Your skin meld great against the night and you can feel the moon shines against you. It has been years since you've left your underdarks cousin and you always regret it during the day but in the night, all this fades away. Your proffesion has made your shape even more pronunced. Your an excelent marskman and your natural agility is only enhanced and when all this fails, you always have your wits and your charms. You give a second to take notice of your body. Your curves are pronunced and your healthy lifestyle keeps you in shape. Not a single fat in sights, and your outfit takes advantage of everything about your body.

The black leather and linen shirt that ends in a skirt and stick to your skin is very pleasant to wear and to see. You complete your outfit with tights high brown and black leather boots and a pin hold your snow-white hair in a pony-tail. Although very comforteable, it also makes the breeze of the night wind swoop in under your skirt and caress your thighs in coolness.

You are making your way towards a tavern. Work has been slow lately and you need to find something to do. You always comes to this tavern. And while the surface dwellers still don't trust drows, the people of that joint became accustom to you. Being the only tavern you don't risk getting burned on the pyre for saying a wrong word makes it worth something. You enter the door and and salute the barkeep. The room is busier then usuals. Walking to the barkeeper, you ask for a glass of elven wine while putting a few coins of silver on the tab.

D&D: You ask the barkeep what is the word around

D&D: You go look at the group of guards wearing the city's milita's color and ask them for work

D&D: You ask young brunette barmaids for information

D&D: You go look at the bounty's billboard and see if there is work for you