"Coronation's kicked off well enough then," Julie mumbled, after pushing away a red-faced drunk who had just 'tripped' into her. "Going to be fireworks tonight as well," she remarked lookign up at the sky. It had turned a pale blue at the zenith, fading to midnight hues to the east and burning a brilliant pink afterimage where it caught the clouds in the west. "Might have a hard time sleeping, but then you'd get that without them. Dunks are notoriously loud."
After a degree of pushing and shoving they were standing outside a modest, two floored building. It was obviously the Burpin' Dragon, Should Elsor bid her farewells and enter she would be met with the following scene:
The Burpin Dragon is a two floor friendly Inn for those travelers down on their luck. Run by an odd couple, this Inn caters to the poor and kind of heart. Here a man or woman can get experienced advice, new jokes and a place to stay for a very low price. Bardic and rogueish people tend to frequent this Inn the most. Bards share their talents and compete in a friendly atmosphere, while rogues can feel safe and secure for a night.
The well decorated foyer contains a grumbling old dwarf behind a desk, a place to hang your coat, a few comfy seats to rest in while waiting to check in, and a few baked goods to sample while your relaxing. A stairway leads up to the second floor and a doorway leads into the Bar, where sounds of merry fun can be heard.
If you are new to the Citadel, the Dragon is a good place to get the local gossip and seek out new opportunities.