The tall, blonde, and attractive female elf eyes you carefully before responding. You take a moment to examine her features. Long hair cascades down her back, over a long, dark purple cloak, which is worn over a dark blue tunic. Also hidden beneath her hair are two weapons, a longsword in a beautiful sheath and a bow with a set of arrows. Her hands are long, and were once delicate, though now they are those of a hardened and weary traveller. She looks into your eyes with her own, and you are taken with their strange beauty. They are a dark gray, with colorful golden flecks. The golden flecks have a light of their own, dancing as she considers you.
"Rue Merdian." She finally replies, choosing her words carefully. She leans and takes a sip of her drink. You venture to ask her of her whereabouts. She stares at you for a moment and frowns. "That is not your concern." she glowers. You ask her of her past, and your only response is in her face - it softens, letting pain shine through, before hardening back into a steely, determined face. Fair features are hidden their. "You are asking the wrong questions, silly fool." she growls. "Let us choose a new matter to speak of."
Before you get a chance to ask her a new question, a seedy looking human sits beside her, slurring his words. " 'ey love. What'say you an' me go into the back, and I show you a real good time."
Rue is quick to empty the contents of her drink in the man's face. She stands, bids you a nearly pleasant good-bye and heads for the exit, shaking her head.