Ever entered Travelor's Row with a new found confidence of having earned a new job. Though it was not the greatest, or most respected thing a person could do, it was a way she could make money. Money that she would use to pay for some kind of living arrangements. She hoped that Travelor's Row, one of the less expensive temporary living areas in Syliras was where she would be staying.
As she walked her body swayed a bit, a natural habit she could not help. She was adorned in her normal body complimenting outfit, and as she walked her boots made clanks against the wooden floorboards, making it hard to conceal her presence. But no matter, she walked straight to the front desk, a bit curious about who ran this place. After a moment of waiting, she saw a string connected to a bell, which she promptly pulled. As she waited for the hostess she vaguely noticed a small sign above a plate of cookies and tea.
Well, this place was...cozy. She knew she shouldn't be too quickto judge though, after all she might have to be living here for a while. She brought her attention back to the front, when the sound of footsteps became audible from the room behind the desk.