As you made a group decision, you make your way towards the aforementioned tavern known as the "Queen's Fancy". Upon entrance your ears are assailed by the hustle and bustle of many folk talking amongst themselves. People talk quietly amongst themselves whilst others boast about accomplishments they have made or of days of old. Others are toasting to the memories of the good old days. A softly tanned woman in a wenches attire was currently walking about with a tray of drinks. Her soft, modest tits bounce hypnotically being held within the confines of her dress. For the males and those that care, she seemed to not mind the attention as many were much more willing to offer a much more generous tip. She exploits them for what they are worth as she weaved through the tables with nimble grace.<br/><br/>As you take up a table you do get a number of lewd glances from the more bold or stupid of the humans here. Around you, you can hear the wench speak up as she placed a number of wooden bowls down for a much more rowdy batch of humans.<strong>"Aye aye, the stew is fresh and hot."</strong>One of the men with a heavy cloak and dirt upon his skin as he would take a sip and spits for a moment.<strong>"Where is the meat and vegetables to this? This stew is not thicker than sweat these days!"</strong>She rolled her eyes and pulled a strand of gold blonde hair back to reveal short pointed ears. She smiled a touch and then would say<strong>"Well what do you except? Meat's cost an arm and a leg nowadays. Merchants take the time to up the prices of all products. And what little that doesn't go to them is being given to those who come seeking shelter."</strong>One of the other men would speak up after quaffing down another ale.<strong>"Right, and after the champions of Edenia fell they have taken the time to exploit us for every silver we carry. They're saying something more was done to the bodies than just beheading. Not even the High Priestess herself seems capable of reviving them."</strong>The bartender would walk on over and then would replace the ale with another but then spoke with a low tone<strong>"Careful how loud you speak. Things are bad enough without rousing everyone into a fevered panic in the streets. People are already upset enough as is."</strong><br/><br/>All this was overheard by your ears and all whilst being silent as you wait for service. However soon enough the bartender, the very wench talking with the men soon approaches you<strong>"Such a colorful group of lasses here. Sorry the menu isn't up to the usual standards but everyone is making good with what they get. Most of the time anyway."</strong>She glanced over to some of the men and one casually flips her the bird with a grin. Seems like for the rough nature of this place everyone seems decent at heart. Turning back to the four of you she would then ask.<strong>"So what'll it be?"</strong>