[Suvia Theronguard]

Suvia followed the Dracon through the crowded streets of Archadoon. He turned to her and asked her something about having seen the tavern. She was preparing to respond but was silenced before she could speak as Runedas quickly offered her his back. She heard him mutter something else, but did not inquire, choosing rather to walk closer to him.
The two walked on for a few more moments before the Dracon came to an abrupt stop.

“Let's go inside and see if we can find any information about the Dracon.”

He moved to the door of the building that they had stopped in front of. Taking a quick look around, Suvia couldn’t quell the feeling that Archadoon was as unforgiving as it was massive. While she knew Runedas wouldn’t get any closer to his goal without asking questions, she didn’t like the idea of looking for information in crowded smoky taverns—or at least that was what she thought they were…her mother never spoke highly of them.
Looking back at the Dracon, she noticed that he paid no attention to the name of the establishment they were preparing to enter. Anchors Away…

“Actually…”

The word arrested her attention.

“I almost feel like I'm dragging you into my search. Is there something you wished to do while here? My only goal that I know of is to find Grilly and have him teach me how to use these wings. If there is something you need here, just let me know.”

It was the most the Dracon said since they had left the forest. Once again she prepared to answer, but was met for the second time with the Dracon’s back as he entered the tavern. Runedas seemed to mean well, but he seemed to her so frugal with his words and attention, he cast an almost fidget air about himself. It was alright though…this was her companion—bodyguard, really. She would let him do and behave as he liked with no objection…just as long as she could get what she needed--whatever that was.
The tavern seemed to freeze as the two crossed the threshold of the establishment. The pungent smell of alcohol, vomit and sweat whirled in Suvia’s sensitive nose making her nauseous. Runedas said something about where they were being uncomfortable, but she wasn’t paying much attention--her stomach was turning just a bit too quickly. Taking several even breaths, she stood clear of the door as it began to close. Remaining close to Runedas she stepped in time with him, until she caught out of the corner of her golden eye him crashing to the floor. Her round eyes became wider as she watched the dust outline his Draconian form. She reached her hands out to him, but remained standing…fully aware of her inability to aid him and also that he probably wouldn’t want her to anyway. Both her face and ears burned with embarrassment for the Dracon as the silence of the tavern was drowned by the boisterous laugher that poured over her floored companion. ‘Please get up…’ she thought in her mind as she suddenly became aware of their sudden venerability.
Suvia heard the Dracon growl angrily as he pushed him self up from the filthy tavern floorboards. He fumed something under his breath as he stood again. He seemed okay, but obviously displeased. Looking ahead to the back of the tavern, Suvia scanned all of the many bottles of liquor that lined the far back wall behind the bar. Seeing the very tall and very large barkeep, she gently took the Dracon’s arm.
“Perhaps we should speak with him?”