Ariel had plenty of money for a room if she wanted to have one. However the priestess was so engrossed into the tome in front of her, that she had stayed up all night at the edge of the counter, reading through the text. She sniffled a yawn, as the early light of dawn told her that the new morning has come. She placed her fingers on the side of her head, removing the fine spectacles from her face. The purpose of her glasses was merely a tool for reading, as her eyesight was quite well for a human. Unlike most clerics who spread the words of their divine lord and god to others, Ariel's mission was not for faith, but for knowledge and secrets that in turn, would be used to better herself and educate the faithful with her wisdom.<br/><br/>She looked up ahead, seeing the wall behind the counter sprouted with bottles of alcoholic drinks. Somehow, she had survived any sort of ruckus that the night had in the bar, and generously tuned out the loud noises of dishes, the clanking of glasses, and the loud gossip that fluttered around the customers. Now at dawn, there was little to look at, and the tavern keeper was busying cleaning up the messes from yesterday, and preparing for the coming evening. Ariel herself, was in a bit of a standstill with her books however, as they laid clean and used for quite some time. Nowadays, Ariel just needed something to fill those pages. Knowledge, after all, was what she sought.