[center][h1][color=gray] Elin Meagher [/color][/h1][/center]

Elin took another hesitant sip of her mead, frowning to herself. The inn’s customers had reacted to the dragon with such a variety of responses that Elin wasn’t sure what emotion to take on. Perhaps a scared one, like so many other women? Or how about the not-so-friendly scowl of the troll in the corner, turning his back towards the dragon in favor of his roast mutton?

Elin watched as the dragon was first approached by a courteously mannered man in a top hat, then a pixie—that race she’d had plenty of experience with—and finally a rather well-muscled and confident man who was more excited than impressed to see the fantastical beast. Relaxing a little when the dragon failed to promptly snap the trio up whole, Elin lifted her hand from the hilt of her sword and resumed savoring her mug of mead. [i]If this is the usual crew at this inn, I’m in. One-hundred percent. Now to find out what the fee is per night.[/i]

Elin watched out of the corner of her eye as the elven-looking woman who was previously stuffing her mouth rose to examine a paper-ridden board nailed to the wall on the side of the room. [i]Fliers about the nightly rates? Or...[/i]

Rising, the sylph walked over to the bulletin as well. It was a bounty board, which was about what Elin had expected, but she’d had to make sure. [b]Bounties for board,[/b] a flier at the top right stated in rough black strokes of ink. Elin suppressed a grin as she made her way back to her seat. [i]Amazing liquor, fascinating clientele, and just service for board? Am I in or am I in?[/i]

Just then the door to the inn opened to reveal the man in the bowler hat. Elin watched carefully as he strode confidently up to the bar, requesting that the bartender produce the owner of the inn so that the dragon could speak to him. The bartender seemed offended, eyes flashing a reptilian orange as he pointed out the owner of the inn—a black-skinned elven woman who was one of the few that had complacently continued drinking in their seats even after the dragon had announced its presence. The sylph instantly pinned the tavern owner as a respectable individual, both on and off the battlefield. There was a woman that had built herself up to something, no matter how insignificant it might seem to strangers.

As the dark elf introduced herself, Elin flicked her eyes down to her mug, now dangerously close to being empty. [i]Time to order another,[/i] Elin sighed, tipping the remaining contents of the cup into her mouth.