"Yeah, I'm ready." Fraener replied and he walked up to the innkeeper. "Hi there, we need a room for a couple nights. Not entirely sure how long we'll be staying mate." Fraener looked around as the innkeeper checked his books. What he saw was absolutely astounding. The place was loud, louder than any day back at the clan home. There were drunk men standing by the fire drinking and singing unintelligibly. The barmaids were busty and wore low-cut blouses that revealed much skin, no doubt to entice the already drunken men to purchase more ale. They leaned over the men, brushing their bosomes against the men's shoulders, and got a few squeezes of their buttocks for their troubles. The place was filled with an odd smoke, not as in woodsmoke, but something slightly sweet. Fraener frowned, unable to pinpoint the source of the oder. He snuck a glance at Aetheiria, and she looked, if not comfortable, then easy, like this was normal.<br/><br/>The innkeeper cleared his throat and said, "We have one room available for the foreseeable future." Fraener nodded and  took some money out of the coin purse that Aetheiria had given him. He payed for 3 nights and they went up to the room. Aetheiria closed the door and said, "Alright. So we need to casually walk around town, listening in on conversations and see if we can find this guy." "Well," Fraener said, " wouldn't it be kinda easy? We just need to find the guy talking about dragons being real." "Oh, yeah. Good point... I guess I'm kinda over thinking it..." she said quietly. Then Fraener took a look around the room, not paying much attention to her for the moment. The first thing he noticed was the beds. He walked over to one of them and lightly touched the fabric covering it. "What is this stuff? I've never seen it before." he asked Aetheiria. She set her stuff down on a chair and started unpacking some clothes for them both. She replied without looking, "They are just beds. Humans like soft beds, with sheets and comforters for warmth." "Really now?" Fraener said, a little distant, running his hands over the comforter, then pulling it back and feeling the sheets. He set the top back and set his pack down on the opposite side of the room of Aetheiria. "Come here and put these on." she said as she held out a pile of clothes. Fraener walked over and took them from her then walked a little bit away and set them on the bed. He undressed from his travelling clothes and put on a drab outfit that consisted as a light, loose fitting shirt, with dark grey pants and brown leather boots. After he was dressed, Aetheiria sighed and came over fiddling with his clothes. He stood there awkwardly as she slipped her graceful fingers into his pants, tucking his shirt in. They lingered in a little as she looked up at him. There stared at each other in silence for a few second, which, to Fraener, seemed like hours. "Right," she said, looking away and removing her fingers, "there. That's better. You'll want to wear a light coat with a hood. In case you haven't noticed, we're just little bit more attractive than the average human. So we need to cover it up. So uhh... you know what to do right?" she asked as she grabbed her cloak and headed toward the door. "Yeah, I know what to do." Fraener said, standing there awkwardly. Aetheiria nodded and they both headed out the door. They walked downstairs, ignoring the drunken men and stepped outside, then split up.<br/><br/>Fraener pulled on a thin hooded cloak to keep out the slight chill. He wandered down the street aimlessly, eavesdropping on random conversations, listening for any kind of tell-tale hints towards dragons. As he walked, he heard people talking about hunting and farming and shopping. One conversation interested him, so he stopped to listen. It was two women talking. "... so I said to him, I said that he needs to be a man get 'im a real women. That tramp he's with now, psh I've seen 'er looking at other guys. Even caught her on top of one. 'o course my brother doesn't believe me. He's 'getting some action' as he puts it. Can't see past his own wanker..." Fraener continued on, mystified at the insanity of the lives about which he overheard.<span style="font-style: italic">It's crazy the kind of lives these people live. A women cheating on her mate, the man's sister knowing about it. They aren't so different from dragonkind. Simply fascinating...</span>He walked around and say a crowd and strolled over, blending in as he pulled up a hood, hiding his striking white hair from view. There was a man standing up on a crate of some sort. He appeared to be preaching to the masses. He listened in as the guy spoke. "The dragons are real people! They live not too far from here, over the ocean! They lord themselves over us! Even now, they send a new pair of dragons to hunt me down and silence me! They don't want the truth spread!" Fraener spotted Aetheiria listening as well, so he carefully made his way over to her. 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