<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/KOlxHAb.jpg)</div>Miriel followed the woman into the alleyway, careful not to step into any of the deep puddles. Wow. The woman really didn't like the Applebarrel tavern. Dangerous. Steer clear. Do not trust. It kind of sounded just like about everyone Teneth has been dealing with these past few months. And Miriel herself by that cheater's side.<br/><br/>"Don't worry." - Miriel's smile and voice were flowing with confidence. "I will be careful. I can take care of my self. It's just a quick delivery. In an out. But thank you..." Miriel's gradualy raised her voice as the woman started to walk away - "I love your hair so much, by the way! You must tell me your secret! I'm Miri, nice to meet you Desdemona! Do you live around here? Will I'll find you at the flower's market?" Not that Miriel knew if there was a flower's market and where. But she would find out. And now the two women vanished out of Miriel's sight. Desdemona seemed nice. It would be nice to make a friend in the new city.<br/><br/>Miriel considered the warnings for a moment. But she knew she could easily handle a drunken roughian or few. She hurried back to the street to catch the direction Desdemona and her companion went. And she just managed to catch a glimpse of long blonde hair and acompanying fine cloak in the distance.<br/><br/>She jingled the silver in Eller's pouch again, and continued her way west. About ten minutes later and there was the barrel sign. Applebarrel's Alehouse. From the outside it didn't seem that much different from any other tavern. And it didn't stand out much from other buildings surrounding it. A large half-orc stood just right of the tavern entrance, muscular arms crossed in front of him.<br/><br/>With her staff in her right hand acting needlessly acting like a walking aid, Miriel straightened herself in all of her five feet four inches, and went straight for the tavern, mindful of Desdemone's warnings. By the tavern entrance, she slowed down for just a moment, looking the large half-orc in the eyes. Their eyes met for a split second. Miriel couldn't tell if he was a bouncer, a lawman, a patron looking for someone, or someone else. The large half-orc probably saw the smooth young features of the blonde half-elf beneath the large hood, and Miriel stepped through the door. And was almost pushed through by a strong and loud smack of a large hand right on her behind. She yelped and almost stumbled But she caught herself and swiftly turned to catch the half-orks self satisfied grin. "Ow! That hurts, you big lump of... ... you..." - there were plenty of reasons that stopped Miriel from going through with the insults of the rude, ugly, slobbering, pig-faced, and smelly half-orc. She rubbed the right cheek of her tushie, to alleviate the harsh stinging, and finally stepped into the tavern and to the side of the door, her back now to the wall. With Desdemona's warnings still on her mind, Miriel took in the sights, sounds and smells of the inside of Applebarrel Alehouse, mostly looking for people to avoid. Her gaze was quickly drawn to the bar, where she would hopefully find Hodge the barkeep.