<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/b42b378e9aa62eb2e6ea2d76b4061941_zps75c25a1a.jpg)<br/></div><br/><em>Faori gave the scene a lazy glance-over as she arrived, drumming her fingernails against the side of her pants.  The place was a dump.  Worse than that, it reeked of men, booze, and a lack of inhibition.  Bad things could and sometimes did happen in such a place and, while she wasn't nearly bain enough that she she thought herself any great prize, she also thought still less of the men and the ideas that might occur to them if she stayed around too long.<br/><br/>Moving slowly around the edges of the firelight, the moon elf skirted the fighting pit... the -last- thing she needed was for some bozo to decide she needed to prove herself as a warrior, particularly if it meant fighting without her shirt!  Her cheeks reddened softly at the idea of it, and she shook her head slightly, trying to think of other things.  Making her way to the Broken Crown, Faori descretely located the barman, leaning forward over the counter to whisper lowly in his ear "Hey... what is the cheapest bed you have available... and is there any work an elf can do to get a few bits to offset the price?"<br/><br/><em>She smiled confidently, squaring her shoulders and doing her best to look like a dishwasher, bouncer, or other manual-labor type.  She was willing to do something like serving or bartending, but she preferred something a bit more direct and less... nice-requiring</em><br/><br/>((OOC:  Sorry Faori is so scared to have fun, lol))</em>