The Crown Inn and Tavern was the undisputed mark by which all other places of similar services was measured by. And no wonder, for it was the largest and most successful business of that sort in the Empire. Hundreds of people came here daily, and countless thousands knew of its name and reputation. It was the second home of more than a few people, and the place were no few plans of power had been struck and forged.
Many times in the past he had come here, and today he returned once again to this place. Friends and foes, though more of the former, had been made here. Some he would never see again, lost to time, death and the world. Others he hoped he would meet. And for the many faces that were here, perhaps a few new friendships would arise and be made.
But for now, his purpose was not one for relaxation. He had first to resolve the reason he had come here. The thelyri was quite a bit different from the more naive, somewhat more narrow-visioned fellow he had been. Plans upon plans was ever at the surface of his mind, an unlocked aspect of his nature. Those who were born for power sought it, and seek it again he did today. A simple action would begin this small episode, as he raised a hand to call over a waiter to help him. When one arrived, he put forth simply a question, "Serale, do you mind telling me where I might find the Crown's management?"
OOC: Sorry for the mod request, but hey, may as well get it done!
