The tavern go inn was not the worst in the capitol, yet it was certainly far from lavish, clean or polished like the few prestiges establishments that scattered Reajh. As it stands, the majority refer to 'Leyman's Way' as simply 'nice', catering for the middle class citizens, to the not so broke that they can't pay for their next meal.
This meant the food was decent, the service adequate and the sleeping quarters would not leave their clients with hives in the morning!
Several lamps hung about the exterior which gave off plenty light to see by and as soon as you step through the door way, your senses are assaulted by a fresh citrus fragrance. The bell attached to the door you swing open jingling to announce your presence. Directly before you on the opposite side of the comely tavern is the bar, the registration book to one corner. Beside the registration corner was a swinging double door, the sound of commands being thrown about to the sizzling of food is present.
If you swivel your sight to the left and navigate around tables, there are stairs leading up to the second story. Currently a tiny figure of just barely four foot, carefully traversed those stairs to the bottom, strands of curly scarlet hair escaping the hood to spiral down her chest. Her hair was not the pale ginger of the average red head, indeed there was a fiery richness like flame that framed her pale skinned and angular features.
Not only was the figure tiny in stature, she was also slim and fragile in most every aspect, including when she lifted her chin, revealing a youthful bewilderment in her azure gaze. Those eyes, seeming entirely human at this moment, briefly glance at the new comer before settling on the bar. Hesitating a moment, the woman tugged down the hood of her outfit more firmly, before approaching the counter and ordering food from the man tending the counter. She did not seem to want for money, indeed the silken robe, simple of design was well made, not a ragged edge, or worn seam to be seen, but as she lifted to the balls of her feet to see over the counter, a pair of boots that seemed more suited for traversing the wilds peeked from underneath the robe.
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