Shoving open the tavern doors with a customary excess of force, Nykkus took deliberate and long strides into the tavern. Seemingly ignorant of the surprised glares she received, her large Roe frame moved smoothly through the tavern. Bright green eyes calculated the potential threat level of all they could take in, paying special attention to any newcomers in the Quicksand.
A curt nod towards a server was all that was needed for her - the staff knew what she drank. It was all she ever consumed that they could tell. She chose a table with a single occupant - vacant for the usual standards of the popular pit stop. The lone Lalafell merchant quietly attending to his accounting books barely looked up when her over 7' frame sat across from him. Until the double take. Without even finishing his meal he slammed his books closed and left to find somewhere more comfortable to work than under such an intense glare.
A Miqo'te server brought over a small tray with two drinks on it identical to each other. Dark brown liquid with swirling grey tones and a powerful smell. Two Mhigan Dry - her favorite. She paid for them and tipped well, but otherwise did not acknowledge the waitresses presence. Frowning (as always) at all the excitable conversation around her, she pulled a small booklet from her rucksack along with a quill, and began to write - carefully watching all around her as she did.
A curt nod towards a server was all that was needed for her - the staff knew what she drank. It was all she ever consumed that they could tell. She chose a table with a single occupant - vacant for the usual standards of the popular pit stop. The lone Lalafell merchant quietly attending to his accounting books barely looked up when her over 7' frame sat across from him. Until the double take. Without even finishing his meal he slammed his books closed and left to find somewhere more comfortable to work than under such an intense glare.
A Miqo'te server brought over a small tray with two drinks on it identical to each other. Dark brown liquid with swirling grey tones and a powerful smell. Two Mhigan Dry - her favorite. She paid for them and tipped well, but otherwise did not acknowledge the waitresses presence. Frowning (as always) at all the excitable conversation around her, she pulled a small booklet from her rucksack along with a quill, and began to write - carefully watching all around her as she did.
