• Neshira Namea walked wearily into the dimly lit place, her eyes adjusting easily as she looked around. Couches lined the walls and floor, and the bar stood at the far end, tended by a man wearing brown. Gracefully she walked over and ordered a drink, blood and vodka, and the bartender smiled at her kindly. She merely stared back, and left the bar hurriedly after that, not wanting to get friendly with anyone in this town.

    Blood rushed through her veins an hour later as she felt the hot splash of it on her hands. Pulling her blade out she wiped it clean on her tunic and sheathed it at her side. "Too easy." she muttered, and walked away. Little did she know, she would be drawn to this little town, and its two darkest taverns many times in the future.

    It almost seemed, as she traveled, that the bar, "The bloodlust" called to her, wanting her to return, but she ignored it as she traveled on her way, never knowing that someday, this would be home.