Lilith – Border Tavern
The tavern was a dim, cramped thing, wedged between a crumbling warehouse and what might once have been a tanner's shop. The air smelled of cheap ale, cheaper tobacco, and the particular sourness of desperation. A few patrons hunched over their drinks, pointedly not looking at the woman in the corner.
Lilith sat at a scarred wooden table, her fingers wrapped around a chipped cup of something that was probably wine in the same way a puddle was probably the ocean. She hadn't touched it. The liquid sat undisturbed, a dark mirror reflecting the faint light that struggled through grimy windows.
'Adam and Ignis...' Her crimson eyes drifted to the door, watching the shadows shift as the sun crept toward the horizon. 'They're taking far too long. I told them to hurry back.'
She lifted the cup, let the rim brush her lips, then set it down again. Untouched.
'I suppose I'll have to punish them when they return. Make sure they understand not to keep me waiting.'
