Greets closes the door to her room and quietly pads down the hall. Her bare feet make no sound as she lightly traverses the stairs. The wood is warm beneath her, and smooth from years of traffic. She notes the current batch of patrons and once again elects to settle down silently in an unclaimed spot.
Her long orange hair frames her pale face. Her amber eyes shine with an uncanny intelligence for the few who know her background. Saying not a word, she simply watches the goings on around her. Occasionally her gaze pauses on a conversation and she listens intently, though she never adds to them.