<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0f/21A2C091-10B3-4EBF-AFA6-3A4D9CE24C5A.png)</div>As Vylara walked into Daymare, she carried with her a freshly killed deer over her shoulders, field stripped and with a blanket keeping any blood from leaking out onto her clothes.  For the more elite, sophisticated, and higher class, it might have been a grisly sight, but to Vylara, it was just nature.<br/><br/>It didn't take her too long in asking to find out about the tavern, though not too many people were all that keen on talking to her while she had a dead animal carcass on her shoulders.  Many were at least polite enough to point when she asked questions, and it didn't take her long to find the place.<br/><br/>Stepping in some time before noon, some might have expected that she was incredibly early.  In truth, she had no idea about the bandit bounty as of yet, having recently come to civilization.  Even so, she definitely had the look of an adventurer who could handle herself; she just didn't spend much time in places as luxurious and populated as she considered Daymare to be.<br/><br/>Anyone else would consider Daymare a lonesome desert backwater, sure, but Vylara rarely even attempted to get into one of the larger cities.<br/><br/>Approaching a barmaid, Vylara politely inquired as best she could.  "Excuse me.  Could you point me to the owner of the establishment, please?"  Words and vocal civility were easy enough, even if she looked like a rugged wanderer.