Watching, Waiting, and Welcome

[Savana Frey]

The air filled with the sound of music as her new life began. The room smelled of bread and orchids, strange scents that merged together as one. The thrill of an adventure grew in her chest. Oh, it was not the adventure her younger siblings embarked on, but it was one that young Half-elf was going to enjoy. It was to be filled with music, drink, and food. Three things she believed you needed to survive and three things that could easily be found in the hard times that may come.

The room was filled with tables and chairs. The dust was sweep away and the window no longer broken. A new sign hung above the door introducing all to the Crimson Flask Tavern. The stage was set and the doors flung open in welcome as she waited. Waiting for those to enter and partake on the food and drink that waited for them.

And Savana Frey, stood watching and waiting to welcome those that entered.

[Torienthos]

___There was a momentary pause as the accomodating structure that provided a means of enetertainment and a location to both spend your coin and douse yourself in the pleasures of drunkeness and stupor in the company of both stranger and those whom you might know. After this pause, heads began to poke from alleyways, doorways lining the same length of street where the opening doors were visible from. A head or two would turn upon horseback as they cantered down the street. One particular horses' nostrils flaring breifly as its' own head swiftly turned in the direction of the woman who owned the place.
___Twas in a second moment of that ever so slowly pacing magnitude of time that things would hasten. Those heads would become bodies. Turned attentions would enter a race of humans and other bipeds who were upon the streets and as far as she could tell beyond it where they began to come into sight from. A few approached with tongues hanging from their mouths in oggling thirst and a need for satiation. Others began bumping shoulders and pushing others out of their way so they could enter the doors first. Then to be served before the one behind them at the bar within.
___It thus, did not take but a few moments for many patrons, both old and young. Warrior, and peasant to fill up the accomodation for the public to use. Nor did it remain so earthly quiet now that they were occupying it. The sight within was respectful enough to give pride to being citizens of Arlaydia. A line would even form beyond the doors, some heads weaving over shoulders and from behind backs to gain a glance at the interior to ponder if it was worth the wait in line to get a drink, and decipher if the contents were worth the coin, or of a better brand than was sold elsewhere.
____From ears and eyes, the tellings were unfolding that the line would endure for a time longer. Many a gaze most easily attracted to the woman who held ownership over the establishment. Some seeking to shake her hand with gratitude. Others toasting and making hollarable announcements in tribute and with hopes that the place would abide a long span of time until they became old.