The streets were more busy here then any she had ever seen. Wide eyed she continued through the masses, drinking in as much as one possible could. She was mesmerized by the buildings, vendors, all of it. The aromas of food and drink spilled out from various shops, her stomach begged for her to stop at one, any one, but she pressed on.
Petite hands dug into her pockets as stray wisps of sun bleached hair danced ‘cross her face. Her lithe form maneuvered through the crowd with ease until she stood at the stoop of a small tavern. Cliche, maybe, but enter she did.
Inside, the stale odor of cigar smoke stung her nostrils. Her eyes closed slightly as she fought to gain some kind of medium to handle the smells of this place. Alcohol, food, smoke...it was almost overwhelming, she wasted no time in finding the tender of the bar.
A gentle smile stole her features as she waved him over. He was a large man, that smelled as if water had not touched his flesh for many weeks. As he offered a smile back, she could count his teeth on one hand. “What might it be fer ya, lass?”
His breath was rancid to say the least, and suddenly she took note on the fact that there weren’t many woman here with her, save for the waitresses, and a few shady looking woman. A small nervous laugh escaped her lips as she cleared her throat...”Hello, some food and water please..” She pulled her hand from her pocket and placed a few coins on the bar top.
The man roared with laughter as he looked down at the meager amount of tender she had to offer him. “Thataint gonna getcha much here.” She glanced around her heart raced, she could feel it in her throat...not exactly what she was expecting when she had stopped here. “Just some water please.” Her voice was tender: pure. Perhaps something these folks hadn’t seen in some time.