Today was a good day. The dim lighting. The musty smell. Men and women in from their work in the countryside making all kinds of noise. Even the music playing just over the hum of activity within the bar was pleasant.
Sylvia Brauer sipped on a local ale while the evening began its turn. Her work for the day had been done, and the troublesome hollow put to rest with relative ease. She wasn't due to report back at the Stadt des Lichts until the morning, which gave her plenty of time to herself, for a change. A small, content sigh brushed the top of her drink as she grinned.
It was a good day.
Bereft of her usual long coat, she had felt a change of clothes befitted the relaxing evening. A white hooded vest with blue accents rest atop a golden t-shirt underneath, and her long boots and stockings covered up what her similarly colored skirt didn't quite reach. Her blonde hair hung in a ponytail behind her back, and every so often, she rubbed the irritation from her overworked eyes.
Of course, her leiden hant still covered one hand and forearm, and the quincy zeichen bangle dangling from the opposite wrist gave away exactly what she was without further question.
The bartender passed by for just long enough to leave her order of seasoned chips in front of her, prompting a sincere thanks from the woman, "danke mein herr."
Yes, it was a good day, she thought while taking a bite of potato.