Vivi nods back and quickly scurries toward the stairs leading to the upper level. Practically skipping the entire way, she places a single foot on the first step and freezes as it gives an agonized creak.

She smiles apologetically toward the only other person present (so far as she knew.) and slowly made her way upstairs, one squeaky step at a time.

Upstairs was a rather different sight than the main floor below; softer lighting and finer decor were hallmarks of this area, with doors leading to numbered rooms on either side of the central landing.

“[i]wow... fancy, you would never think it by looking at the outside of this place. If I get hired I’m going to make this ramshackle tavern look like new.[/i]” she thought, darting between the different doors and even taking the opportunity to lay on a few of the scattered plush chairs and loveseats.

Eventually her mind drifted back to thoughts about the mysterious owner. “[i]surely the owner has an office or something here... maybe it’s behind one of these doors? I’d love to meet them.[/i]”

And so Vivi began trying different doors, looking down hallways and trying to find this mysterious being, if they even still existed...