Alyndra paused just inside the door to the tavern to survey the landscape.  It was so, quaint.  She sniffed, at least it smelled slightly better, and moved towards the proprietor who had begun to talk to her.<br/><br/>"A beef stew will suffice."  She answered, she would have preferred something with less meat but knew all too well from her books that humans loved their meat and bread.  She inspected the barstool for a moment, as if unsure how to seat herself on it, then swung off her pack and placed it against the bar and carefully gathered her robes around her legs so she could take a graceful seat.<br/><br/>"No ale though.  A wine will suffice, preferably from white frost grapes."  She smiled as she said it, then carefully reached down to grab a small book and quill from her bag.  The move served to nearly cause her cleavage to escape the confines of her top, and the watching men had quite a sight before she straightened.<br/><br/>"So, what can you tell me of the First Empire?  They were around these parts, yes?"  She asked, ready to take notes.