Cher
*A slow, warm wind blew in through the door, sending a quiet whistle of air into the room to announce the presence of a newcomer in town. Her hands were held steady at the sides of her waist, hat held low and belt strapped on high, 'er gun in a holster much too expensive t' be from these parts.

The dwarf immediately shot a gaze over to the tavern's barkeeper, her brows raising as a cheerful smile found its way onto her round cheeks. Short white hair tied up into one long braid flowed over her black traveller's dress, her boots covered in dry mud. It didn't look like it would come off with just a simple scrub but at least that meant Asuga wouldn't have to worry about cleaning the floor.* 

"Ooh, well first of all, I need a place t' sit. Does the bar have any open seats?" *The woman's voice resounded loudly, reminiscent of that of a merchant - pronounced and projected so that anyone and everyone could hear it. She had a backpack on her, packed to the brim with contents which she dropped at the side of a stool that she assumed had no reserved occupant.*
Lawrence
*Asuga's smile widened as she saw the dwarf enter. What a sharply-dressed young woman! Asuga didn't see amny of those at her tavern. The Okamimi was further surprised by the authority and volume of the woman's voice. It wouldn't take much imagination to picture the woman as a merchant. Asuga nodded.* "Of course! Would you like a table, or just a seat at the bar?" 

*The words flowed from Asuga's mouth naturally, her tongue practiced to reciting the phrase for every customer, every day. However, she didn't seem uncontent with this, she enjoyed the safety of her routine. Sure, it could get monotonous when the day was slow, but you got to meet all sorts of interesting people in this business, and Asuga had a feeling this new customer was one such person.*
Cher
*The Lora quickly flicked her head from side to side, taking in the lighting of the bar and her ears perking up ever so slightly - as much as dwarven ears could perk up - to pick up the voices of the other customers. 'Ah, sweet Anita, I've gotten you a little present~!' One voice proclaimed with passion. 'Theodore, get yer ass back on ya chair.' Another spoke an order. All of them little threads on the tapestry of this village. 

M'ralind's crimson eyes came to focus on Asuga, her lips upturned in that bountiful smile.* "Just a place at the bar's fine. An' I'll take somethin' that'll take a while to down." *The order was pretty much the standard for M'ra by now whenever she drank alcohol. Her father had unfortunately accustomed her to dwarven fortitude when it came to partying, much to her mother's dismay. She looked to Asuga, the previously analytic gaze replaced by a much warmer one.* "I'm M'ralind, hope t' be a good customer for ya!"