[center][color=fdc68a][h1]Yeva Darbinian[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
Port Runeria was a place that Yeva hadn't visited in a long time, primarily due to her occupation in the workshop, but also because the family rarely made personal visits here. The trade was always good, but the same couldn't be said about the local populace and those who frequented it, which is why her family opted to use third party traders to ship their goods. It was probably her family's fault the place was so dangerous.

The Aurora Ferry was nothing too amazing. It was just a ship. A vehicle for traveling from point A to point B. If she were to say it, she would get an earful from the captains that ran them. Something about how wonderful his 'sea lady' is. Sometimes Yeva was quite glad that she couldn't speak, or else she'd probably get into a lot of trouble for muttering something snarky under her breath. Everyone on this ferry were most likely drunkards considering the way they talked and walked, but as long as they didn't try anything funny with her, everything would be just fine. As the ship landed at the port, loud noises came from the deck below. Apparently there were a few stowaways on board, nothing new about that.

She never thought that Stowaways were much of a problem, then again, she wasn't in the business of making people pay to move places. After a while of bashing and clanging noises, she heard something fall into the water. Probably the stowaway. They were usually slippery people to say the least. They were probably less dangerous than the workers on board in all honesty. The gunsmith watched on as a great beastman climbed out of a hatch and walked off the ship, everyone staring in awe. She didn't know what was so great about beast people, but she made it a note to learn about them some time.

As the commotion simmered down, Yeva calmly got off the ship, her boots making soft [i]clop[/i] sounds as she walked across the plank. Upon entering the tavern, she was assaulted with the strong smell of alcohol, sweat and.. something else she couldn't describe. It was gross nonetheless. The music, however, was good enough to make her stick around. Adjusting the rifle slung over her shoulder, she bee-lined for the bar counter, swiftly walking passed the half naked man with the giant sword. As she approached the bar, she noticed a woman saying something quietly to the Dober-Man, whom she now knew was the barkeep. The woman looked mostly human, but Yeva noticed a few elvish features about her. She was quite beautiful after all. Yeva shook her head to clear her thoughts; she was allowed to enjoy the company of nice looking things, right?

She waited patiently for the woman to finish whatever she was saying before walking up to the counter, placing a single coin on the table, as she held up her index finger signifying the number 'one' before gesturing to herself. As if to say [color=fdc68a]'One drink for me.'[/color] Hopefully the beastman knew what she was on about.