The seeds of a rumor are sewn, germinating and writhing their way throughout the Grey City. A mysterious female figure, clad in the traditional ebon-garb commensurate with mourning, has become a fixture at the Broken Bell Tavern each evening. The regular bar-flies, occupants, and staff mutter conspiratorially in furtive tones about her abrupt presence and consistent return. Still, evening after evening, as soon as the sun is extinguished in the horizon, she arrives and progresses through her nightly pattern: the cowl of her cloak is pulled back accompanying the closure of the entry door, a generous splashing and clattering of fang is distributed to Samvel, and she silently resides in the corner of the tavern. Apparently content to simply observe the various patrons and staff throughout the evening from her reclusive perch, she imbibes voraciously from a mug that the wenches ensure never runs dry.
Prior to daybreak, the feminine figure departs wordlessly and abruptly, her generosity on full display as a hefty and charitable gratuity is the only remaining evidence, besides an empty mug, of her once occupancy at the establishment. The enigmatic woman remains as such, after all, only the intrepid seek to delve into the unknown and mysterious and even inebriated Barovians are content to provide a wide berth to the suspicious.