Dragon's Den wrote: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.
It was early, and Ashari had just paid Motley for what she owed for the class that he didn't have to teach since her students had run off on an adventure to find their missing classmate, Paige. Ashari, meanwhile, didn't have much in the way of worry. Aerin had suggested that she'd seen her out with a young man the day prior, and Ash had a mind to think said young man was waking up to her long lean form in a straw bed somewhere in the city this very afternoon after an evening of Panling-like exercises. Under the right circumstances it could've made Ash upset, angry even, but it didn't matter. Pecunia would see that she'd make her money so long as the girl was alive.
Finding her way through the foyer into the bar, Ash got comfortable at a table where she ordered a mead, some bread and butter and prepared for some good old fashioned people watching. She'd dressed down for this occasion in black leather leggings tucked into knee high boots and a washed out blue chemise over which she layered a bodice and vest to expose a generous amount of cleavage. Her long black locks tumbled around her shoulders and down her back in layers of large elegant curls, which she delicately tucked behind her round ears. Her only other accessory was a large radiant smile that had the hope of attracting some stranger with whom she could pass some time without having to be a mentor. Or maybe a new student... One did have to keep an eye open, but it certainly wasn't her aim for the afternoon.