Keira sat in the tavern, waiting for the other adventurers to show up.  She wasn't the only one that wanted to go to this dungeon and see what sort of treasures it might hold, and was able to find a few other adventurers.  Sure, more people meant less treasure for each of them, but it also meant being a little safer.  She hadn't met most of the group that was supposed to go yet, however; only a few members.  They said they were going to meet up here before heading out, so she was stuck waiting for them to show up.<br/><br/>She herself had always been ready, of course.  Life on the plains meant you were always ready to pick up and move on.  She was wearing what her tribe considered customary clothing, though it seemed most of the people in here weren't used to someone showing quite so much skin.  Her kind didn't rely on real armor, their skin often being tough enough to withstand attacks that would seriously wound a normal man.  Tribal markings along her stomach and arms were clearly visible; to anyone not familiar with the wolf-people, they were simply decorations, though to her they were a clear marking of her name and position in her clan.<br/><br/>She sighed as the tavern started to fill up more.  Being raised in the open, she wasn't used to large crowds, or lots of noise.  Her ears twitched in annoyance as more and more people entered.  Still, as much as she hated cities like this, they always had enough ale to go around, and she figured the drinks were worth the annoyance of being in a place like this.  For now, at least.  Hopefully someone else would show up soon and they could be on their way.