OoC: Haven't met Stephen before nope. Welcome you two =) *castrates Walen* 
The slit pupil eyes flickered to the girl. The one who had spoken first. Something about her manner reminded Kour'el of, well herself, when she had been here for the first time. Sitting at one of the larger tables, a whole medley of races sharing her table with her. She had been open, friendly and naive for the most part, she supposed she still was, though her views were more jaded now. Though Kour'el was not as naive as this girl, nor was she ever. Her life was probably more eventful than hers. Not that she resented the girl, in fact she felt a sense of kinship, and a little sadness. Perhaps the girl would hold onto her innocence longer than she had.
Than again this was Alleria Prime. A new coat of paint, and a new empress didn't change that. Strife and trouble still ran rampant across the Empire. It always would, given the track record the people in charge had. Of course, that wasn't a fair assessment of this new batch of soft skins in power, but it was a generalization that would stay in place until they proved themselves. And given the state of the empire, they had a long , tough time ahead of them.
Blinking, realizing her train of thought had wandered, Kour'el gave a shake of her head, to clear her thoughts. The scales on the back of her neck rattled lightly as she moved, but the noise of the tavern most likely covered it from anyone's hearing. Even she barely heard it, not that she registered the sound anyways, as it was a normal occurrence. She did make a mental note to order a tub of hot water sent to her room, if possible, so she could enjoy a bath, and oil her scales. Shedding the dirt that worked under them and transforming them from their current dingy state would be pleasant before crawling into bed.
Inclining her horned head gracefully in a show of thanks, Kour'el selected a chair across from the too. Than, in a purely draconic move, she flipped it around, so the back was facing the table. For a moment, she lamented the lack of an empty bar stool, or a proper chair for that matter. Settling down and pulling her wings and tail in a little tighter, not wanting either to get jostled or stepped on, Kour'el looked up at the dumpy waitress.
" Rare steak, a bit of bread, spiced potatoes and a cup of plain tea, with a bit of honey and lemon juice on the side if you don't mind." Returning her attention back to the pair of soft skins, Kour'el caught the nod to someone behind her, and for a moment, she tensed. Was he setting her up for someone to slip a knife in her back? Narrowing her golden eyes, Kour'el resisted the urge to turn and look. If he was playing games, Kour'el didn't want him to know she was aware of it. If people thought you were stupid, ignorant, they tended to make mistakes.
Instead, she decided to answer his questions.
" My name is Kour'el Kha’Serith. That's a shortened version of it anyways. My full name is slightly longer. It is nice to meet you." A hint of a smile surfaced as she glanced at the man's sister. And here she had thought them lovers. It was probably a good thing she hadn't said anything.
" Well that depends, I can tell you many things about my race. What would you like to know about us drakesta?"