A familliar face at first

[Bohemia]

*a tall slim young woman enters the room acompanied for a brief moment by a cold sharp breeze before she sets the door firmly in its place again and proceeds to the door. Indeed, her face might seem at first familliar to those that have not met her, but on second glance it must just be the light, because she is a stranger. She walks right up to the bar as though she'd been there a million times in her life, she smiles kindly at the bar staff as thought they share some personal joke, and requests a mug of mulled wine.*

Thank you, sir.

*she speaks softly, and although her voice might seem familliar still it is her long yellow hair that might catch any adventurers off guard. She settles in by some regulars near the fire and although she might seem as though she's happy pouring over her books and a box full of scrolls she produces and places on the table, she is actually keeping her ears pricked up for any information that might filter past her.*
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Elizabeth Locket
"Potions made with love"