Eowyna opens the door of the Tavern and steps inside. All the while she'd been away with the elders in Heartwood, she's thought of dropping into this intruguing establishment. She looks about and at first assumes the main room to be deserted....all is very quiet.

She glances toward the table in the shadowy corner. A pitcher of elven spring water sits on the table, a half-empty glass beside it. She seems to discern a faint movement of the glass; none but elven eyes could have detected that. She smiles toward the corner and wonders why he does not show himself to her. Hmmm.....

Still smiling she turns to survey the rest of the room and hears a faint snore from behind the bar. Circling around the bar, she spies a pair of feet protruding from a rumpled robe. Moving closer and poking the sleeping elf with a toe of her sandals...."Lord DiP????....." oh, my, he is in a sad state. He stirs a little, but does not waken.

Eowyna places some coins on the bar and helps herself to a glass of elven moonberry wine. Oh....quite nice! And she waits......

"Hello Darthirii"

Stepping through the doorway, the Vampire, SpyderBite bows in a flourish of white robes.

"Care to join me for a cup of ale?", he says, smiling and baring a fang.

*Hears the sound of gold clattering on the bar, slowly opens eyes and notices a white robe with gold embroidering.*

That looks familiar... Eowyna? What would she be doing here?

*Makes a feeble attempt to move, room spinning, fades back into unconsciousness.*

Eowyna eyes the vampire, thinking those of his kind had seldom been friendly toward her. It would do to tread very carefully here.

"Thank you, Agaryulnaer. I will join you in a drink, however I already have my own. I was unaware that your kind enjoyed ale."

*raises her glass slightly toward the vampire, while keeping close watch. Moves no closer.*