Lon's own people didn't care to have him travelling in their vardo.  He was still Rom and could recite his ancestry, but his people were wary of his acquired alien-ness.  While it pained him to be thought of as a black sheep among his people, he understood their feelings.  In some ways his curse endangered them and so while he still joined a vardo for travelling when he was hit with wanderlust, he found himself spending more time in cities and less time travelling on the road.<br/><br/>Now he had arrived in Lula and if the rumors were true then maybe it was time to stop being a traveler and give up the roads?<br/><br/>Lon had come in on the north side of the town and, unsurprisingly, the first tavern that he encountered was called, 'The North Lula Tavern'.  He chuckled, noting that since the name was truly and honestly descriptive then it was a good place to go.  Places with names like 'The King's Inn' and 'The Lucky Coin' were generally not so lavish or lucky.<br/><br/>He opened the door to the tavern, entered and then closed the door behind him.<br/><br/>A small and feminine voice saying,<i>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)">Welcome to North Lula Tavern!  This is the main area. Upstairs are rooms available...and um, well, those'll cost you 500 gold a night.</span>" </i>The voice directed his eyes toward the bar....  It was... a mouse girl?  She was petite, uniquely pretty and looked to be old enough to speak for herself.<br/><br/>Lon was about set his voice to be loud enough to be heard as he approached the bar, but not so loud that he was truly shouting....  Then again, with those ears of hers, she might be able to hear soft sounds from a distance.<br/><br/>Rather than say had neither the money or the inclination for such professional companionship, he walked over to the bar and  began,"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">If I had five hundred gold to spend for a <i>room," </i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">he jokingly drawled with an appreciative smile,</span>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">then I'd have nothing left to tip the pretty lady at the bar, now would I?</span>"  It wasn't the full moon, but Lon inhaled deeply in an attempt to smell her perfume... or her scent.