<strong><span class="bbc_u">In the Inn</span></strong><br/><br/><em>The "Gilded Falcon", is quaint for an inn. The main room is sized for about 50 or so guest with a kitchen area off to the north side. The main entrance is to the East, with a secondary to the south. Each wall has 3 windoes, ten feet apart. By the bar area appears to be a cellar access. Presumebly, the rooms are upstairs. Likely though, they are not many in number.<br/><br/>Behind the bar is likely the owner, a man in the later stages of his life, though not quite an elder. His hair is grey, his skin is dark, and he keeps his establishment clean. He appears to have a matter of pride about his work, and his place.<br/><br/>Several villagers are in the bar drinking. This is not a rowdy night, as they appear tired and soul worn. Mostly middle aged and young man make up the crowd. Save for what appears to be a midwife, and a few serving maids. The maids sit off to them selves and are slightly better dressed than the villagers.<br/><br/>Serving the patrons is a buxom, but slightly older woman. Brunnete, but not quite out of her prime, still she has the hips and learned eyes of a mother. Polite, and skilled she does her job well, but still is young enough to attempt to lure tips with flirts and  littel exposed skin. </em><br/><br/>"Most welcome", a middle aged man said. There was only slight relief in his eyes. Customers were mostly locals, and gettign rarer, so new business could mean news and fortune. Alas though, these were somewhat uncommon patrons. Half orcs were not exactly liked by the sherrif, but she didn't like much anyhow. This rabbit eared woman was not a sight seen buy his eyes. then there was the woman with the oddest features, was she dragon born, or demon born.<br/><br/>Still he did not bother them, considering that they were all armed, and better armed than his normal customers.<br/><br/><strong>Lisa is atracting looks with her behavior which is diverting attention away from valerianna's visage and work. As it stands Marcus appears to be the most normal one to walk in the door and is served slightly larger drinks, likely due to his bloodline.</strong><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">with the carriage</span></strong><br/><br/>"fare well, Sir Knight, I will unload the carriage at the temple and find you later. As I said before the Sherrif has no patience or kindness for me. sister, I'm sure that your things are left untouched, and I'm sure there is room for you at the temple. Though I'd suggest you be mindful of what I have said", Alex says. He's grown up quite abit in three years of working at the temple and on the Velstiens lands. His eyes are still soft when gazing on the "Sister", though the resolution and goodwill is not lost from his face. He smiles and bows politely as he climbs upon the carriage, then drives it acrossed the town. Perhaps the youth has had a small ammount of fortune smile upon him...<br/><br/><strong>Vlad and Tara are left in the road. The temple is ahead acrossed town, but the light's from the inn are the first light seen outside of Vlad's Magic and the burning bridge.</strong><br/><br/>