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Standing at the bar, Zafira awaited to be greeted by the bartender. A young lad stepped forward after briefly attending to a man at the far corner of the bar, leaning into the bar she spoke carefully for him to hear her. Her voice was sultry, yet authoritative when giving him her order. “Yes, a large dark rum.” About to pull away from the bar, she remembered to end her sentence with a “Please.” 

Watching the young bartender move from the bar to select a dark ceramic bottle that held a very dark rum, he pulled a cup carved from a bulls horn from a shelf just under the bar counter. While the bartender worked at his task given by Zafira, she stood against the bar looking about at the other patrons of this massively busy establishment. It appeared that the welcoming smoke of the fireplace pulled many adventurers from a day's work to come rest at its tables, its kitchens pulled families out to eat from home; and welcomed the loners to its corners for those strong drinks to contemplate life's quandaries. 

To the eye of others Zafira stood a good five foot seven inches, tall for a woman of her stature, although she was athletically built her body held curves in the right places. She kept her silver-gray hair cut short, long on top, shaved on the sides and underneath. To the eye Zafira didn’t carry in weapons, although her body was dressed in leather. Leather pants held tight against her legs, boots climbing to just below her knees. The high collar of her jacket framed her angular face, black and yellow gold lace spread over the space which would give the peekers the visual of her cleavage. The shoulders of her jacket are so intricately sewn together in the pattern to give shape to shoulder armor, it appeared she was some type of warrior or someone’s general. 

Finally, the bartender completed his task, sliding the horned cup in front of Zafira. Looking at the cup, she instinctively made coins appear before the boy to pay for her rum. He stood blinking a moment, as he hadn’t seen her hands move to place the payment upon the wood top of the counter. Smiling and with a nod, she took her drink from the bar top and searched for an open barstool further down the bar.