[@Lucius Cypher]
[h1][center][color=39b54a]Darunia[/color][/center][/h1]

Looking at the man, Darunia nodded slowly. In the back of his head, he hoped that his joke was lost on the two, especially one of the owners. A joke like that taken the wrong way would definitely sour the disposition of the owner of this establishment, though he already felt as if he was under some scrutiny. Being the object of attention for anybody was something that annoyed him; with attention usually came trouble, and he wasn't looking for trouble for now. Especially of concern was the fact that he wanted his name, for a registry. Did they typically ask that of all of their patrons? His eyes wandered over to the key in the barmaid's hand, watching it for a moment in thought. This felt like a less extreme interrogation, as if the two were going to peel and pry at the Drow until he spilled everything. His life story, how much gold he had, what his plans were... He felt hesitant to answer, but knew that there was certainly no reason why he [i]shouldn't[/i] have to answer.

[color=39b54a]"Darunia,"[/color] the Drow whispered under his breath. [color=39b54a]"My name is Darunia."[/color]

His own name always sounded strange when he said it out loud. Writing it, drawing it in some dirt, or even saying it in his Elven tongue was fine, but in Common... Urgh.

[color=39b54a]"This is a rather well put together establishment you have here,"[/color] Darunia said, looking around the room. [color=39b54a]"I am pleased that you are welcoming me into your doors. Not everyone I have met has shared the views that you do. For that, I am grateful; may I be so kind as to ask a few questions of you and your employees?"[/color] He cleared his throat and slowly rubbed his hands together. [color=39b54a]"I hope you understand when I say that I require special accommodations that this town, from the looks of it, cannot provide. Are there any stores that stay open into the later hours of the night? I require goods that, unfortunately, I have either lost or had stolen from me... Specifically, goods to offer me protection where the city guard may not. Likewise, I am looking for an opportunity to earn some gold. May I ask for more information about this incident, or, should you be unable to provide me with this information, could you point me towards someplace that I may learn about this incident? I believe I may be able to assist with whatever is the matter there..."[/color] Darunia took long, heavy pauses between his questions. He did not want to impose on this man, having just met him, but he was sure that the tavern was where the most gossip flowed. This man would likely be more helpful than those brats who stood guard around the city. [color=39b54a]"Finally, I was wondering... How much information on the registry is able to be viewed by the public? I understand if you are inclined to keep such information visible, but I do hope that you understand why I ask as many questions as I do."[/color]

With a sigh, Darunia closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. [color=39b54a]"Though I cannot afford an entire bottle of the wine, it has been far too long since I have indulged in the luxury of my kin's drink."[/color] Turning to the barmaid, he raised a hand skywards for a brief second. [color=39b54a]"Forgive my difficulty, but would you be so kind as to provide me with a mere glass of Dancer and Prancer?"[/color] The Drow gave a sheepish smile. His head was still spinning... He couldn't wait to be further inside of the building, away from the grasp of the sun. Disorientation was his strongest sensation at the moment, brought on by an onset of fatigue from traveling, his current experiences in the city, and having spent so much time in the terrible, terrible sun.