Inn of the Welcome Wench
A slim figure walked through the doors of the Inn of the Welcome Wench. She was an elven woman in a rough but well made homespun tunic and leggings, with a leather rucksack on her back. Her long blondish hair was tangled, and crudely braided, but still reached her waist, and had bits of twigs and leaves randomly interweaved in it throughout its length.
She looked around, her eyes adjusting to the relative darkness, and wrinkled her nose at the aroma of stale beer and pipe smoke about the place, but then stopped, as if realizing that such an action might be considered rude. She walked up to the bar, smiling brightly at the bartender and taking a coin from a side pouch and putting it on the bar.
"Hello there, Barkeeper! I would like to purchase One Adult Alcoholic Beverage, please! And, on a related note, I am looking for Thrilling Adventure and Excitement while I'm in town. Do you know to whom I should speak about such an engagement?"
She smiled tentatively, as if not sure she was doing this correctly.