A gangly dark elf, of white hair, grey complexion, and strongly scented oils, eagerly weaves her way through the crowd of people on the city's port. Some were departing the boat just the same as her, others ship workers and merchants. Her two violet irises host an inquisitive gaze, and the dark, oil-based eyeshadow applied to their lids only intensifies their vivid look - not just the eyes, but her lips and cheekbones are also stained. The heavy makeup, coupled with colorful ensemble of clothing she has donned, suggests a strange and eclectic air to her overall appearance.
Rauva pauses to bask in the all the amazement the city holds, with eyes widening and lips parting slightly in a gasp. There was activity, various vendors selling their wares, and a diverse population... but, upon being greeted by the fancified stranger, her attention is torn to her left.
"Hello!" She greets just as pleasantly, offering a smile to the man as she turns to face him completely now. "Thank you for your warm welcome, sir. I am Rauva, and I would love to spread my work to the people of this city. To offer fortune-tellings and other readings to those who welcome the opportunity.
The dark elf pauses momentarily, and a glance is sent upwards to the sky as she ponders on something. "Say- can you point me to closest the tavern? I think it may be best to start there."
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