The half drow slipped easily into the town, and sighed in vexation as she saw how small it was. It would barely suit what she had in mind for an outpost, let alone something more in line with being worthy of a capital of someone as talented, beautiful, and dangerous as she was. Her pace was unwavering as she strode toward the tavern, hoping that the barkeep would be accommodating, otherwise she would have to be a 'closed fist' overlord, instead of an 'open palm' one.<br/><br/>Once in the tavern, she asked the barkeep for directions to the mayor's residence or whoever was in charge, wanting to get the initial meeting and declaration of her rule over with.