The blue eyed 'woman' entered the tavern, her cat like tail twitching slightly behind her. She wasn't really a woman... Oh, yes she was indeed female but she was not even of this realm. She was an ice spirit beast refered to as 'snow cats', who happened to choose a humanoid form because it made her exile easier. She also had the habit of seeing the best in humans and people in general, not always to her advantage. If one judged by the burn mark over her her eye and part of her face it would seem things had ended badly at least once. She did nothing to hide the scar, wearing it with a grim acceptance. Fire was the only thing which could scar her kind....would have killed many of her kind but she always had an ace up her sleeve.

"May I have some ice tea?" She said in a strange sounding voice as she neared the bar. It was not an ugly sound, but under the feminine, melodious tone there was a whisper of ....something. It put one in mind of ice and crisp mountain air and snow covered peeks. It was beautiful but many found it chilling and refrained from talking to her for this reason. She made no sign she realized the difficulty more fleshy beings might have listening to her voice. She was thirsty, and could do little about her voice anyway...

She preferred cold food and drinks, being made of ice more then flesh so her order was fairly typical. She looked at the others one by one after giving the bartender a smile as she waited. They were quite a group so far... including one that she was puzzled by. He was very feminine and wore the cloths of a woman, yet her cat like nose revealed he smelled like a man. He also smelled of magic, as did the elven bartender but then again most elves did.