Felicity stepped into Fox & Hound tavern, shortly after Arven's entrance. The cat calls and whistles from the occasional odd fellow muffled as the door closed. The cloak she wore with a bit of cloth to mask all her but her eyes, did not always worked, and at this point she was looking more for an escape from the hounds outside, then what the inside could offer.

She paused in her step as her gaze swept the room for a place to sit and then much to her delight, could it be him? She watched the tall man with rascally blonde hair for a moment and then smiled. Foot steps fell behind him into silence, "Back from Africa I take it?" It was an assumption given wha the news paper had said. He was never far from an adventure.

She let the cloth fall away from her features and drew down her hood. There was safety to be had in this man's presence, unfortunately her half veela traits caught the poor bartender off guard and the man ended up dropping various mugs along with his jaw. A shattering of glass rippling through the air, and that wasn't the only head to turn.

Felicity ignored them though, her eyes souly on Arven, he was a welcome tall drink indeed in the busy bustling London.

Arven Fisk