Tempest watched Dron as he walked off.
On the outside she was the picture of calmness, but on the inside it felt like two raging cats warring with eachother. She didn't want to be anywhere near these people.
She could almost feel the hostility as it poured off them and arrowed straight toward Dron. He hadn't done anything but show up but it seemed like everyone here was judging him.
She never wanted more to make a good impression on people she couldn't stand. Before the night was over they would be eating there words. Dron was a good man. Most of the time.
"I'm told your name is Tempest?" The woman in the center of the other two spoke. She was beautiful. Long purplish blond hair. Her eyes were just a little too far apart. She reminded Tempest of Emma Scott. She was very tall had to be about six feet at minimum. She was thin, nearly no breast at all. In fact, everything about her was thin, her lips, her nose, her eyebrows.
