"If a woman won't even look at him, why are you looking at him? Are you not a woman? If you didn't look at him, how would you know that he was born with purple eyes?"
At the entrance of the tavern, a woman stood leaning against the door. She was as beautiful as an elf. She had black hair and black eyes. Her lowered bangs covered most of her forehead, revealing only three demonic flames on it. Her lively eyes were as clear and dark as a deer's. Her jade-like skin was delicate and fair, making people have to be careful when looking at her. They were afraid that their eyes would graze her face.
