"I'l give you five for that, it's rare to find someone outside our race that appreciate our kind the way you seem to." She seemed all to eager to accommodate Chirlot.<br/><br/>While the west plaza street, which had no better name, as none was really needed, had it's fair share of stalls and businesses to suit an adventurer's needs, east plaza street seemed to be all about recreation. Surprisingly, it was the more vacant of the two, though that could probably be attributed to the face that most of the patrons of the street's businesses were already inside one of the many inns, taverns, or the rather large, intricately decorated brothel. It was easy enough to spot, it was the largest building on the street, the stone walls covered in vines and bright purple morning glory blossoms. Out front, several women dressed to various tastes, and even a few men were advertising for themselves, and the many more wonders just waiting inside.<br/><br/>The entire left side of the street was lined with taverns of varying natures. Not all of them were meant to cater to a specific race's interests, but there were a few that clearly did, such as<em>The Willow Tree</em>or<em>The Bushy beard</em>. The Beard was one of the first in the street, and certainly the first that stood out. The Vendor wasn't just talking when she mentioned Dwarven craftsmanship. The building stood out from the surrounding brick and wood structures as a fine example of Dwarven Masonry.  The large-cut stone face of the building, the wrought iron entryway that looked surprisingly inviting, and especially the neatly braided bear of the cryer in front, shouting about the many qualities of dwarven ale and spirits were all unmistakably Dwarven.