Re: The Bar Karena had been starting to feel cooped up in Carrick's home with nothing to do. Not that Crescent Hills was a bustling metropolis, but there had to be at least some form of entertainment. The Avalon seemed to pander more towards the slaves in the town and while that sounded fun, it really only reminded her that had not yet purchased her own slave. But then she had found out about this little masked party so she decided what the hell.
Walking up the bar she slipped into a seat, ordering some blood wine for herself. Looking over at the slave next to her, a smirk played on her lips. He looked absolutely out of his element. He wasn't bad looking either. This might actually be a fun night after all.
"You look like you would rather face a firing squad" she commented as she sipped her drink. "Not much of a partier I take it?"