<br/><strong>The Wayport Inn<br/>Frost Rose</strong><br/><br/>Frost Rose paused in the stairwell to look out over the crowd.  She'd arrived here a few hours back, a little wet from the rising storm and pretending to feel the chill.  She'd taken a room, and taken the time to clean up before she came downstairs.  Her waist length silky black tresses shone in the dim light.  Dusty pink lips quirked up into a smile as she realized that she was one of the few girls here.<em>This could be fun, if it stays polite. Of course, if it doesn't, it could be a disaster.</em><br/><br/>Frost had a habit of wearing her wealth rather than carrying coings.  She had a rather sizable silver tiara in case she needed to trade for a major expense.  The belt of silver amulets around her tiny waist could be taken apart for smaller change.  Of course, she had coins, too, in a small bag slung across one shoulder.  She wore an azure skirt and skimpy matching top, but had donned a light jacket over this, mostly to hide her hearthstone bracers.  The large, many faceted yellow crystal on her belt was still identifiable as yaasal to those in the know.<br/><br/>“Heel, Andros,” She told the husky and started down into the common room. She answered admiring glances with smiles, any whistles with rolled eyes, and dodged pinches, but not without a playful scolding for those who tried.