<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Helia Plum-Tail<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>the present<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><br/>The general rowdiness and revelry of the homey inn often made it difficult for one to get a peaceful rest. As such the young dracmer sleeping in her bed above was made victim to all manner of tossing and turning, the sounds of partying seeping into her dreams, jarringly imposing themselves upon her tender moment in her mistresses arms. However as the bar seemed to suddenly explode in a flurry of song sleep didn't just become difficult, it became impossible. "Waaah!" Helia cried out as she awoke with a start, sending herself tumbling over the side of her small bed and hitting the ground with a dull thud. "Errmm..." the herm grumbled, wincing as she rubbed the back of her neck.<br/><br/>While it may have seemed foolish to try to sleep in the first place with the inn as lively as it was, Helia could hardly help it. Back in the Silk Bizarre she almost never stepped outside or saw the sky, as such the passing of the sun and moon held no sway on her sleep schedule, instead she had just sporadically napped throughout the day and night, usually after seeing a costumer. However she had quickly learnt after being released that this was not the way most people operated, and it was one of the harder things to adjust too for her. She tried to sleep at "normal" times, but she found herself unable to stay awake for so long. How was it that these people remained awake for 12 hours and longer? Her body seemed barely designed to accomplish such a thing.<br/><br/>That was neither here nor there, however, as she was definitely awake now. Letting out a long, head splitting yawn, Helia rose to her feet and pulled on her clothes, a simple pair of knee length shorts and a rather small top. Though fairly high quality her clothes obviously weren't meant to offer much coverage, providing neither modesty nor protection from the elements. Then again who wanted a prostitute covered head to toe in furs? It was just another reminder that she wasn't really equipped for this world.<br/><br/>With a small sigh Helia made her way down stairs to see the party growing ever louder, wincing a bit as the noise smashed at her brain like a set of hammers. She glanced out the window, thinking perhaps she could try to sleep outside, but the downpour of rain swiftly put an end to those plans. With a tired look in her eye Helia slowly managed to squeeze her way up to the bar, taking a shiny gold coin (one of the very few she had left remaining in her sachel) and placed it down in front of the owner, "Hungry" she said simply, her stomach grumbling loudly in agreement, though it was largely muted by the singing of the crowd. She had only been free for a few months now, and had yet to fully get down the value of money, something her mistress had always handled for her, but she had found that using one of the gold coins more or less always got her whatever she was asking for. Of course she was blissfully ignorant of the fact that she had been massively over paying for pretty much everything, and most of the merchants she came across weren't exactly in a hurry to correct her.