<strong>Angelique of Rone</strong><br/><br/>Braeden escorted Angelique inwards, toward the center of the city. The wide streets gave plenty of room for promenading on either side of the centre down which carts and horses travelled, often at high speeds. "I regret that I'm not familiar perhaps with the very best of inns, but I do know a particularly fine one. Hopefully they have some rooms to spare." He offered as they walked down the streets.<br/><br/>He looked shocked at Angelique's insinuation, then gave a wry grin as he cottoned on to the teasing. "More the way they advertise their wares. They want customers so they make sure people know they're selling."<br/><br/>The inn Braeden led Angelique to was a large stone building of four stories, quarried from plain stone but decorated here and there with touches of marble or gothic art. Above the door though there were no markings, simply a patch of stone with a slightly different colour, as though there had been a sign recently removed. Braeden looks a bit taken aback and peers in the doorway,<br/><br/>"This is still open, right?" he called out to a passing maid who was sweeping the stairs just inside the doorway.<br/><br/>"The fiesty snake is still open for business, Peleamon is just repainting the sign. It'll be back up in an hour or two. Come on in. Pel has promised a single free drink to each customer who comes in while the sign is being fixed."<br/><br/>Braeden led Angelique into the inn and around to a central courtyard set inside the building itself. Set up within a garden it was one of the few inns with an open air common room. In the centre a raised area housed a circular bar, in the middle of which a tall and broad shouldered swarthy human was serving customers. Irregularly spaced around the pillars and features of the garden were small tables where well-dressed patrons sit speaking quietly to one another over drinks and meals.<br/><br/>The bartender, distracted in serving drinks has turned away from an easel which awkwardly supports the sign from above the door. In beautiful lettering the sign reads, "The fiesty snake" with a carving of a nude woman holding a python that has wrapped around to conceal her private areas. A fresh coat of paint seems to be drying over the sign and a paint brush and palette sits unattended as the bartender, Peleamon, mixes drinks for his customers.