Crepusculum Deorum
The tavern is full of many different people, as most taverns in this area seem to be.
Noble knights take a brief reprieve from their journeys, and tired farmers gather to discuss the weather and crops. The room is filled with the music of a travelling bard who performs for a free meal and maybe more.
It is bustling with casual chatter and the clinking of glasses as patrons raise a toast together in celebration of things unknown to those outside their groups. The barkeeper dutifully cleans the newly washed glasses, and a pair of maids weave through the crowd serving the patrons their drinks. It is peaceful in its own way, the atmosphere filled with happy cheers and raucous laughter as the bard plays an uplifting tune that encourages some of the crowd to clap and stomp along.
In the midst of the revelry the doors open and a young woman draped in a black cloak enters, the fabric clasped closed in the front by golden buttons that hint at her status. While some do not notice her, being busy with their own interactions, others do turn their heads to look at her closely. Her long golden hair loosely flowing down her back, swaying slightly as she approaches the bar and sits daintily on one of the stools, sweeping her hair to the side before unclasping her cloak, revealing the crimson red gown that she wears underneath.
Crepusculum Deorum: Chapter 4 - Breath of Mischief & Passion