The Dog's Home Inn is a clean and quaint tavern that is nearly twin to the Goose and Gander, which sits on the north side of town. The two Inns were started by brothers and originally had the exact same décor and set up. Later on the brothers had a falling out and the Goose and Gander changed its look, but the layout remains the same. While both inns share similar pricing and attractions, the Dog's Home seems to attract more common guests. Visiting traders, mercenaries, and other legitimate but modest businessmen take their lodgings here. It is a peaceful place, well patrolled by guards. The rooms each contain a lockable chest, a table and two chairs, a comfortable bed, and a solid, locking door.
After the Red Storm swept through Roque, many buildings were devastated. Not so the Dog's Home. The only thing that changed here is the owner. Nowadays a dark-haired woman named Haifra orders the personnel around.
The Inn's large common room is cheerful, though decorated in dark shades of wood and earth tones, and usually smells of food and lye soap. Servers thread their way past the solid, well made round tables and Haifra stands behind the long oak bar. To the back is a large bath area and steam room where travelers can wash and steam the dirt of the road from their tired bodies. A small stage is tucked into the corner for entertainers; the bar and its tender lie directly opposite the doorway. A staircase leading to the rooms upstairs sits next to the doorway, its mahogany banister covered in intricate carvings.
Thalia stood outside the welcoming doors of the Dog's Home Inn ignoring the looks of any walking past her in the street as she surveyed the slowly drying salt stains that were beginning to show up on her leather pants. Both hands squeezed the tightly twisted mass of her long hair, and sea flecked eyes watched as a small puddle of briny water spattered the dirt at her feet. Having recently fetched herself out of the warm sea waters of Roque's waterworks edge she still had yet to fully dry off. Even after being led helter skelter through the busy lanes of Roque's constant sway of busy people, Thalia still found herself slightly shivering from the various breezes that managed to fight through the crowds and touch her chilled skin.
Taking a moment to turn her downward eyes up, she overlooked her guide from the docks, and apparently, her new partner in the first real adventure of her new life. She had refused Shea's arm when he offered it back at Master Navirez's office and had instead stepped closely behind him, quietly taking in her new home's daily sights with a half smile constantly playing on her lips. She did her best to ring out the water from her thick hair that, from the puddle at her feet, vaguely wondering why she had never realized what a great sponge her hair was, before she walked into the warmth of the Inn. She didnt think any owner would appreciate her dripping upon their floors and she hoped to spend enough time in here to dry completely and figure out what the next step she and her fellow investigator needed to take.