<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b5/cc/3e/b5cc3eaaea5bbec485d69c371fe7bf9e.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://adn.i.ntere.st/p/19263228/image)</div><br/>Activity in the city was at full swing, merchants pushing and pulling carts with the aid of laborers a common sight. A lesser sight were children playing around in custom-made leather and wooden swords, and people sitting outside shophouses discussing about life and the nation's politics. Ausworthar shared a common language with Lucille's homeland, and voices were loud enough to give her a hint of current issues. Issues like increasing goblin raids along the trade routes, Nomads approaching the North, and potential war with the Empire to the south. However, other discussions leaned towards the future succession of the King, as well as the growth of the village of Sanjo, a week's journey to the West.<br/><br/>One thing striking about the people here, which made Lucille stand out among everyone else, was the color of their hair. Brown and auburn shades dominated the heads of most people, with several rare heads with black hair blending in with the dark shades. Lucille's platinum-blonde crown was marveled by several, teenagers nudging each other as they silently gestured at the beautiful paladiness dressed in her armour, with a charming skirt completing her outfit. The mixture of platinum, silver and blue made a captivating combo, with black leggings completing a contrast, an almost exotic look within this city.<br/><br/>The Singing Swords Inn occupied a space of its own. A three-storey building with multiple chimneys by a quarter hinting that it was more than simply an 'inn'. Upon closer look, one could see stores of raw iron ore and crates of coal stacked up at a fenced section, while clothes, including boots and coats, hung dry in a small open courtyard. The people of Raven Port seemed to give it a wide berth, not straying into the immediate area of the inn without good reason. It could be that they deemed approaching the building as unnecessary unless they had a specific purpose, or they were simply focused on their tasks as the general expression of the Ausworthians would say so.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, Lady Lucille's approach to the building was greeted a lady dressed in a type of robe, white on top and her lower body covered by a well made red skirt. Her lustrous black hair reached from her crown to the lower back, kept in place by a unique golden hairband. Her arms and body was covered by the set of robes, a black sash securing her outfit together as she sat by the side leading to the entrance, a black cat rubbing itself against her black leather leggings.<br/><br/>The woman's head tilted slightly as she observed Lucille's approach, before hopping onto her feet and giving a low bow, almost a perfect right angle anchored at her waist. She kept the pose there for several seconds, before emerging from it with a smile on her face. Her top seemed ruffled, possibly the result from a long day's work, and if Lucille peeked where a man usually would, she would realise that the raven-haired woman's chest was tightly bound by a series of bandages as if she was injured.<br/><br/><strong>"Greetings!"</strong>The woman said, her face a mask which seemed to hide a factor of anxiety.<strong>"Welcome to... the Singing Swords Tavern! Or at least it will be... If I can get it open... I spied you a distance away in your armor, and it takes more than a simple lass like me to don it... I happen to lose my keys, an am unable to open the door here... Would you mind helping me.. break the lock here?"</strong>