Pulling my shawl over my head further, the cover hiding most of my features. Stepping off the cart onto the streets of Barrwatch, my presence immediately alert those who saw my white hair and ash-grey skin. I wandered until I saw the tavern. The tavern would be were my studies continued.
The sign on the outside building read "The Bent Crow", a poorly painted arrow pointed to a back alley led me to its door. The tavern was made of brick and was a large single-story building, with large windows and nicely trimmed hedges.
Upon entering the patrons' eyes met mine, before returning to their tankards a stew. Looking in my money pouch, there laid 25 silvers. Walking to the far back to a secluded table, I settled into the booth, pulling out my books. Micah soon flew in, with a scroll in claw, the dark hawk rested on the booth dividers, luckily no one was using it. It was early morning so the bar was mostly empty, except some stranglers from the night before, her heart full of relief.
She drifted into her studies naturally, the barmaid coming to ask if she wanted anything, deciding food would do her well, ordering a veggie stew, and a tankard of beer. Her books lead to no knowledge of what she wanted, she was looking for an ailment caused by a vampire. The ailment, unclear, the youthful vampire told her nothing about her curse. This led to debt and dead ends trying to cure it, her heart heavy wherever she went no matter if she was welcomed or loved.
Time passed quickly as she fumbled through the pages trying to find what she was missing, what was hidden between scholars' words and cures. Nothing carried her symptoms, nothing carried the cure, nothing carried what she sought.
As the sun rose over the top of the tavern, more people filed in, along with a beautiful white moth. The moth floated around the tavern before landing on a human male's tankard, his long dark brown hair and honey eyes, attracted her immediately. He sat alone, his outfit suggested he was religious but the 3 downed tankards said the opposite. His eyes were trained to another table, the table with a genasi, and a dragonborn who by body language alone suggested they just met each other. The dragonborn, had deep blue scales, and his horns almost met the ceiling, his eyes looked like deep citrine, and his pattern suggested he wasn't pureblooded.
My eyes followed back to the human male, the moth now long gone, the outfit garnered plenty of attention, but no one spoke, he looked physically fit, sporting long hair and little stuble pointed to him being long out of any clergy.
Her eyes returned to the book in front of her, the scroll filling in the blanks she didn't understand, written in a language she didn't quite know. '-in some rare cases, a vampire could consume enough blood that they could breed with a humanoid or monstrous humanoid, creating half-vampire offspring. Second, in even rarer cases, if a pregnant mother survived having her blood drained by a vampire, her unborn could be "tainted" with vampirism instead'
A loud shattering sound filled the now quiet tavern, the dragonborn had thrown the other of his party out one of the tall windows into the street. Quickly packing her books, she decided to follow them, Micah joining her shoulder, and stumbling out the front of the tavern into the streets the reeked of adventure.
