The interior of the inn was just as grandiose as Mareth had heard, with soft silk curtains and gilded carvings in every corner of the room.  The furniture was far better than the common tavern fare, with the seats having plush cushions and much sturdier construction.  There was even a musician playing a soft, serene piece in the corner.<br/><br/>When Mareth arrived at the inn, Sylvia was just coming down the stairs from the rooms, this time dressed in a loose-fitting blouse that showed off her cleavage just as well as her armor hid it, as well as a forest-green skirt that showed off her long legs.  She almost looked like a different person after cleaning up, her hair almost shimmering.  She looked around briefly when she reached the bottom of the steps, and gave a smile to Mareth when she spotted her.  Once she did, she flagged down one of the serving girls and waved Mareth over to a table.<br/><br/>"I'm glad you could make it," Sylvia said when the two sat down at the table.  "I hope you don't mind that I ordered already.  This place has such wonderful fresh salads, and a delicious soup.  Expensive, but worth every coin."