[center][b][color=f7941d][i]Taraah - Dealing with the polite plebians[/i][/color][/b][/center]
As expected, the reaction of most people was to pick up their most valued possessions and necessities and leave on a hasty vacation. What surprised Taraah was the relative calm that remained in the Inn. [color=f7941d][i]Do they think me so small?![/i][/color] she growled mentally, although her more reasonable side told her it was probably a state of controlled panic as she was blocking the only obvious exit. That, and if memory served, this particular inn attracted tougher crowd than the usual peasant. Hopefully none of them would be too rude - it would be a shame to have to burn this place down when she only came to make nice.

Speaking of which, there were always those either too clueless, brave, or simply curious enough to treat her perhaps with less reverence than she was worthy of, but with respect nonetheless. There seemed to be two here - a man whose appearance displayed perhaps not the largest wealth but good upbringing, and a pixie - Indeed a strange place this Inn, it seemed to even attract members of the more secluded races like herself.

Deciding to answer the man first as he was the first to speak to her, she turned her head. Her amber gaze burrowed deep into the human's own eyes, as if the dragoness' slit pupils could judge man of his worth. She couldn't sense anything arcane about him, and with his good manners and herself slumbering for a long time, she decided not to be offended by him not knowing of her despite there not being that many dragons left not to recall them all.

[i][color=f7941d]"I have many names, good sir, yours refer to me as Ashwing."[/color][/i] The dragoness spoke with a slight bow of her head and without her lips moving once. Her voice was distinctly feminine one could notice, once they got over the notion of her words somehow worming themselves into their mind regardless of what their ears heard, or whether one covered them with their hands.

The large mass of amber and ash scales moved a step aside to allow the good gentleman a passage before looking at the pixie with the same gaze. [i][color=f7941d]"You are most kind and correct. Your wings are rather radiant themselves. And you are at the correct place."[/color][/i] Turning her head back, she addressed the human again: [color=f7941d][i]"Mister Montmorency? Would you please be kind enough to call the Inn's owner to me? I am indebted to the old kind fool, I came to ask if he is ready to make his wish."[/i][/color]