Sissy's really young and just came out of NAN. She hasn't technically been on a run yet but has been keeping her ears open at the saloon and looking for potential partners.
Yeah, I think Devil's met this one, ain't he?
:: A tall, dark figure wearing casually ambles into the Duke, his black, lined duster gently flapping behind him as he weaves his way through the busy room. The saloon is alive with myriad conversations, creating a low, droning din. Taking his usual table in the corner, he settles into a chair, his back to the wall as alert, cerulean blue orbs carefully scan the establishment's patrons and staff from beneath his whitelaw
shades. His gaze settles on the new girl, a lovely elf with a heart shaped face and soft, full lips. Her radiant tresses of midnight silk and the soft golden hue of her bare skin stands as a flawless testament to her native ancestry. His attention is drawn to her voluptuous, slender figure as she glides gracefully among the saloon's patrons, making her way to his table. Inclining his head almost imperceptibly, he addresses the young elf. ::