<div align="center">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/283/9/a/medieval_town_by_shutupandwhisper-d6q07yv.jpg)<br/><br/><em>On the fringe of one of the world's most populated and diverse cities rested a tavern like none other.  Though word spread about the strange, cozy location far and wide, the clientele were few and far between.  Most that heard whispers or discovered it for themselves found the place far too risque and personal for their liking.  In truth, all of them had the desire to visit, but few had the nerve.  Lyari's bar served food and drink unparalleled, true; but what those who truly entered for was companionship.  Along with their ale and side of exquisitely roasted meat they enjoyed pleasantries of the flesh.  Even saying that didn't separate it from any other tavern with open prostitution.  No, what made The Tavern of Kneeling Wenches truly special was that these delicacies were offered out from behind closed doors and eagerly.  There wasn't a waiter, waitress, bartender, or maid at the tavern who didn't want to be there.  Sex wasn't what they must do to survive- it was a career they delighted in as much as a knight prided himself on the shininess of his armor or a blacksmith the strength of his steel.</em></div><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/eed9/f/2017/185/3/a/chariss01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59u2.jpg)</div>Behind a perfectly polished bar sat (or rather make that 'leaned'.. actually, just make it 'snored') a short girl with fiery, woven locks and a sunny disposition.  At least her disposition was sunny when it wasn't asleep.  Besides the crackle of the fire burning within the central roasting pit, there wasn't much around the tavern that would have awoken Chariss.  Dwarfs enjoyed sleep just as much as the next race, and the bartender took it where she could get it.  Of course that usually meant the young woman slept around 18 hours a day.  This day was different, however.  The owner felt a change in the wind, especially after she hired that goblin to toss fliers out as he flew over various cities across the world from his silly glider contraption.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://orig08.deviantart.net/3fea/f/2017/185/3/5/lyari01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tn.jpg)</div>Speaking of the owner, a tall, radiant beauty with silken, violet hair and a bust she dared not hide stepped into the main room at that moment.  Lyari looked around with a smile, knowing the place would soon fill with needy patrons and their abundant lusts for food, drink, and anything else she and her employees could provide them.<br/><br/>One of her long, pointed ears twitched as she picked up the sound of what could only described as the cutest gnome tree cutter in the world felling a great redbark.  She turned to see Chariss leaned over the bar and no doubt dreaming of exotic ales from around the world.  Lyari could hardly blame the poor girl.  She worked nearly every day and saw only a handful of customers a week.  That would change, however.  She just knew it.