One thing that Yvonne would have to admit about the desert was that she absolutely hated the sun. The scorching hot winds, inhospitable environment, and general idiocy of its people didn't bother her nearly as much as the bright overbearing beacon of light in the sky. She supposed she could attribute it to her upbringing in the Tundra and forests, places where the sun didn't seem nearly as bright as it did in a place like this. Although perhaps that was simply her perception of the way it was, either way it was more than a little unpleasant for her.
Still, there was money to be made and challenges to be found in Essyrn. She could very easily hunt exotic animals in the area for their hides and sell it somewhere like Adela for a mint. The half-dragon supposed she didn't have a lot of need for money considering her constant state as a wanderer, but that was just the human side of her. Being dragon-blooded as she was, her home in Adela was full of lavish treasures, gems, hides, and plenty of rare objects of varying degrees of value, and she was always looking to expand that. She supposed if she skinned a large enough sandworm she could dry out its skin and hang it as a decoration. And of course there was the challenge involved, not only in fighting the animals, but simply fighting the environment itself. After all, a dragon from the tundra was completely out of place in the desert like she was at that moment. She did have a little bit of a benefit in way of her natural body heat and resistance to fire and burning, but that didn't change the fact that she was practically roasting.
Her attire didn't really help her much at all in that regard. She wore a trimmed down version of her usual leather armor, a bit lower cut in the front, exposing her midriff, and the leather leggings were little more than shorts long enough to reach about halfway down her thighs. She also wore a pair of not-quite-knee-high boots. Yvonne didn't care much for the actual protection, in an exposed environment like the desert you would either be quick or you would be dead. Actual protection didn't matter much, and she had greater mobility in the trimmed down ensemble than in her usual heavy set of leathers.
At the moment though, she kept herself covered with a thin shawl that covered from her neck to the tops of her boots, just enough to keep everyone's eyes off of her, as she discovered her first day in Essyrn that people tended to look at her rather strangely when she had that kind of attire and it would be best not to draw too much attention to herself. The shawl was patterned lightweight silk, a drastic difference from the usual thick woolen cloak she would don in her usual environments.
At the moment, her tail was curled up in a tight coil underneath the draping shawl. Another thing she learned was that she was looked at rather strangely for her draconic heritage. She didn't want to rustle too many feathers, she was pushing her luck by trying to be out in a desert like this enough as it was without bringing some sort of social or racial stigma down on herself. And to cover her face, head, and especially her dragon ears, she wore a similarly colored silk shemagh wrapped up and covering most of her face with the exception of her eyes and the bridge of her nose.
She sighed and decided it might be best to escape the sun for a little while, and saw her perfect opportunity in the form of a club, a very particular sort of club that a woman like her might find greatest interest in. She always had a penchant for being a bit lecherous, but she tended to attribute that to her impulsive and almost animalistic nature.
She approached this club and walked in, ignoring the strange looks she received and found a seat near the back with a decent view of the stage. There wasn't currently a dancer on the stage, but the half-dragon supposed it would only be a matter of time. The half-dragon reached up and pulled down on the eye slit of her shemagh lightly, making slightly more of her face visible. She supposed if whatever dancer that got on stage was interesting enough she might pull the girl aside for something more private, although mostly just so she could get out of the damn shawl and shemagh for a moment and allow her skin to breathe without pulling the entire club's attention to her.
