Bursting in the front and shouting was met mostly with hung over groans of anger. Inside the place was clean and free of sand, which is a lot harder than you would think in a desert. The tables, chairs and bar were all carved teak. It complemented well wit the sandstone brink walls. Over all the place was pretty upscale. One note of interest was a large crystal glass mirror that spanned the length of the bar. Naturally the Innkeeper was not hungover as that is just poor work ethic. Instead he met Serielye with a cheery<strong>"Hello little lady. Welcome to the Mermaid's Pearl."</strong>He was middle aged with a receding hair line and a pot belly. He wore a pristine white apron, dress shirt, and bow tie.<br/><br/>The inn keeper tussled Laryons red hair as he walked by.<strong>"Oh you scamp. You are going to be in debt here till your old like me if you buy drinks for every pretty thing that walks through these doors."</strong>Never the less he headed down into the cellar to fetch the drinks. He later returned with a bucket of ice and two of the locally made crystal goblets. Snugged neatly in the ice was a long glass ornate bottle. He set the bucket down next to Serielye and lets the two outsides deal with opening and all that.<br/><br/>Checking out the door Piratharaxalar, couldn't tell much about it. However it did set off his dragon sense. Much like the sand here it had a strong hidden value. It felt like there was a vast amount of wealth through it. However vast wealth also means vast danger. He made the right call to head to town first. It could be a good place to find allies. From going and checking out the crater, the dragon was significantly behind when the humanoid who came from the crater entered the tavern. By the time Piratharaxalar had reached the door. She had already sat down at the bar with drinks on ice. Piratharaxalar did get greeted by Mike.<strong>"Welcome to the Mermaid's Pearl. Can I get you something to drink. It sure is a hot one out today."</strong>