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Timestamp: Dianara, 2nd of Optia, Summer of Era XII in the Age of Darkening
It had not taken Ariella too long to find the renowned inn of Alleria Prime. It was a popular place, after all, and the city’s citizens had not been so snooty as to not provide her with adequate directions towards it. And so it was that the half elven woman found herself stood within the tavern’s doorway now, near-black eyes silently appraising the sight that had subsequently come to greet her. A woman one could honestly say spoke her mind on most matters, Ariella found herself to be genuinely impressed with what she saw; as per usual, the main chamber here was awash with the sounds of merriment and laughter, and she felt her own spirits rising as a result.
No time for drinking and joining the other tavern-goers now, however. The woman’s sojourn was to span several brightenings, after all, and she had no wish to find herself without a suitable place to stay at any point along it. Approaching the newly furnished front desk of the tavern with an appreciative glance towards its elegant mahogany surface, the half elf greeted Alissa with a brusque nod, prior to surveying what rooms the Crown currently had available to offer.
A luxury room sounded good for now…as did a nice warm bath after the journey she had undertook in coming here. Drawing her gaze upwards now in order to study the blonde sat behind the front desk, the girl’s visage drew forth a slight frown as she noted the somewhat wary look imprinted there. Did she have the audacity to deem her suspect of something? Or was that simply the way she always looked? Either way, it was time to have a little talk with ‘Alissa’…and not only on the subject of making a reservation, either- there were other things that the nairu-nimalni wished to chat about here, and her stubborn mindset would prevent her from having things anything other than her own way, unless of course she underwent a sudden change of heart.
“So…you’re the person I have to talk to if I want to go about renting a room, right? Or do they just pay you to sit there looking pretty?” The words weren’t meant to be insulting…or maybe they were, just a little. In fact they were spoken rather colloquially, perhaps even curiously. Not that she really noticed, mind- this was simply her usual way of engaging in idle banter, with only a slight dash of added politeness in order to respect Alissa’s authority as a…well, whatever she was.
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