Araane sat at the large table in the tavern, smiling as she watched the various Outlaws and new bloods carouse and be generally loud. She looked down at a few letters in front of her, then back at the human who sat across from her, who was staring at her expectantly. She sighed irritably, drinking from her flask.
“Listen. This is not Ottavia’s operation anymore. It’s mine. Been mine for a long time now. I don’t care what this junk says.” She tosses the letters at the human, grinning in amusement as they smack against his chest, spilling onto the ground and table. He frowns, eyeing her quietly.
“Things have changed, human. Not everything, but some..key things. We aren’t the Crown’s dogs anymore. We’re our own. Understand that? And it’s better than ever.” She makes a broad motion to the interior of the Raven, full of various ne'er do wells loitering about, causing the occasional ruckus. She smiles slowly, leaning forward. “Used to be pathetic around here..no one could barely get any work, wretched horde just rampaging through unchecked. I took control, and all of that –stopped-. Do not mistake the new ways as detrimental, by any means.” She quiets for a moment before speaking again.
“Anyways. If you want work like in the old days, you got it. Just got to follow a few simple rules..” She leans back, grabbing her flask and setting it in front herself as she motions to the tavern again.
“This here is mine. These lot, are mine. I take care of all this, and I work far too hard to keep things running smoothly. My word is law amongst us. You respect that, you’ll get your work, and you’ll get your pay. Like I said..Not Ottavia’s gig anymore.” She takes a drink, the young human male clearing his throat nervously as a large worgen slaps his hand down on Araane’s shoulder, making her start. The worgen grins, all teeth at the human. “Don’t let her intimidate you, she just likes to act like the king here in our lovely hole.”
Araane rolls her eyes, and just as she opened her mouth to retort, the bells began to ring furiously outside, and the familiar sound of the Night Watch’s fearful shouting was heard. She sighs, standing up and snapping her fingers. “Come on you lot, outside.” She looks at the human, winking. “Now would be an ideal time to prove yourself. Don’t be shy.” She grabs up her polearm, hurrying out into the dusk.