Darla walked.
Darla stopped.
Darla pondered.
Darla walked.
This order of events repeated itself for a few more minutes, as it had done for about the past hour and a half. The reason for this was mainly that Darla was being Darla, and if you take the girl's anxious nature, then add a chaotic, crowd-infested and to her unfamiliar city, the math is really quite easy to do.
Ever since that morning's business at the gates of Citadel, Darla had been wandering around the city. Aimlessly. Which was not a thing she particularly liked to do. But when one is new and alone in a strange place filled with strange people, the choices are considerably limited. Clutching her club to her chest, she tried to focus on not bumping into anyone as she walked, while at the same time her eyes darted around anxiously for any kind of inn that seemed affordable.
Several failed tries had sent a nervous flush over the girl's skin, her heart sinking and stomach clenching as she came to realise exactly how down on cash she was. When she oozed through the opening of an inn called The Burpin' Dragon, she was considerably pink and wiping sweaty palms off on her dress. Shuffling towards the desk, she forced the politest smile she could manage, and looked at the dwarf behind it with a face that was almost apologetic.
"Uhm...Excuse me..." She said in a soft, and to her anguish slightly squeaky voice. "How much is it...for a room? Sir...?"
The Burpin' Dragon (Jygust 30th MT)
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The Burpin' Dragon (Jygust 30th MT)
Last edited by Darla Mint on Sun Nov 09, 2008 12:48 pm, edited 1 time in total.
OOC: sorry for the late reply, busy time of year. Should pick up a bit now 
Seated upon a tall stool behind the reception desk, the (as yet) nameless dwarf was busy comparing information between two points on the ledger opened before him. Darla and the dwarf were currently sharing the foyer with two noisy achadhiel youths busy enjoying the freshly-baked pastries on display.
The dwarf's steely grey eyebrows clashed over a wizened face which, directed at the book, rose slowly to greet Darla. Amazingly, the frown deepened. The dark lines in the wrinkled folds of his forehead were as likely to be shadows as years of trapped dust. He spoke in a voice combining the imposing tones of a crabby old dwarf with the uniquely violent lilt of a rough Dortonese accent. The result could make an innocent 'hello' make the faint of heart cringe in terror, should Bill ever say anything innocent.
"What's that, lassie? Speak up, I canna hear ye! Och, you twae glaikits, haud yer tongues!" This last sentence was directed towards the youths, who immediately lowered their jovialities to near-whispers. Returning to Darla the dwarf continued.
"Welcome tae the Burpin' Dragon, I guess. Name's Bill - what'd ya want?"
Seated upon a tall stool behind the reception desk, the (as yet) nameless dwarf was busy comparing information between two points on the ledger opened before him. Darla and the dwarf were currently sharing the foyer with two noisy achadhiel youths busy enjoying the freshly-baked pastries on display.
The dwarf's steely grey eyebrows clashed over a wizened face which, directed at the book, rose slowly to greet Darla. Amazingly, the frown deepened. The dark lines in the wrinkled folds of his forehead were as likely to be shadows as years of trapped dust. He spoke in a voice combining the imposing tones of a crabby old dwarf with the uniquely violent lilt of a rough Dortonese accent. The result could make an innocent 'hello' make the faint of heart cringe in terror, should Bill ever say anything innocent.
"What's that, lassie? Speak up, I canna hear ye! Och, you twae glaikits, haud yer tongues!" This last sentence was directed towards the youths, who immediately lowered their jovialities to near-whispers. Returning to Darla the dwarf continued.
"Welcome tae the Burpin' Dragon, I guess. Name's Bill - what'd ya want?"