<strong>Name;</strong>Kei Kyouki<br/><strong>Location;</strong>The Prancing Pony<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Mizuki, (and possibly Elrich, Zachariah, Victoria, Mogul)<br/><br/>After a quick wash in a river to make herself more presentable to the general public, Kei prepared to enter the town. It had been a while since she last saw civilisation, and weeks in the wilderness had the tendency to turn even the most beautiful of ladies into something resembling a prize sow. Not that Kei was the most beautiful of ladies, of course, far from it. Such ladies, with their powdered faces and fat bottoms, were as weak and useless as the men who fawned on them. Kei crinkled her small nose in disgust.<br/><br/>Her blonde hair twisted neatly into a bun on her head once more, Kei strolled through the town, a gauntleted left hand on the hilt of her experimental model gunblade. It was a weapon she was proud of, and she loved it more dearly than anything else in this world. Of course, her player had other treasures in her world, but those were of no concern to Kei right now.<br/><br/>Kei had been in this town before, and she remembered the clean inn which served the most tempting roast chicken. Other patrons swore by the ale, but Kei had never tried it, since she drank only wine. Finding the Prancing Pony in the middle of the town, Kei pushed the door open. Now she could finally rest her feet.<br/><br/>It was busy in the inn, but that did not surprise Kei. After all, it was well into the night, the time when inns would be rowdiest. As her eyes swept across the inn, however, she spotted a band of adventurers getting ready to retire for the night. Kei made her way towards them, thinking that she could take the table after they left. However, even as she wended her way through the crowd towards them, she spotted a slim, pale-haired lady reach it before her.<em>Darn,</em>Kei cursed inwardly. But at least the table was big, so they could share, right?<br/><br/>Putting on her most sociable smile, Kei nodded towards the departing adventurers and the pale-haired missy who had just arrived. "Good evening, good sirs and madams," she greeted them all. "Is there perchance space for one more at this table?"