"So, this is Draydon," Killin said to himself, looking at the approaching gate. It was nearing sundown and he wanted to find a good inn for a cheaper price. "This is good," he said to the farmer he had been catching a ride with. "You said ten silver, right?" He handed the man the bag of coins before leaping off the cart and spreading his wings, beginning the short flight to the gate.

Upon landing outside the gate, he held up the symbol for his guild, hoping he'd get in. The guards didn't try to stop him as he passed, which was a good sign to him. He hoped no trouble got started in this city.

It took hours of wandering the city to find an inn that would let him stay for a lower price. "[i]The Foamy Crown[/i]," he read aloud. With a shrug, he strolled in to see a few people already inside. He saw a barmaid walking away from a woman and decided to intercept her. "Sorry to bother you but how much is it for a night?" he asked, pulling out his coin purse. With payment to the woman and reception of the key, he began looking around for a spot to sit. It didn't take him long to notice there was at least one person at each table.

With no better options, he turned to the nearest seat, where a human man and an elven woman were talking. He shrugged before mumbling to himself in Draconic, "Here goes nothing."

"Mind if I join you?" the Dragonborn pre-teen asked, hand on the stool beside her. He smiled friendly and a bit shyly, being way out of his element.

[@La Fleur][@Ghost Shadow]