Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
It had been a long, long road. The caravan was finally putting in and the travelers spreading to the ends of the most recent settlement. Dara wasted little time taking her backpack and precious cargo from Lydia and surrendering the horse's reigns to her. "Someone deserves a nice brushing and an apple," she told the horse affectionately before leading her off in the direction of the stables. Passing the necessary coin from her earnings, she walked with Lydia down the street looking for somewhere to get a hot meal and a room to sleep in. The road was her friend but the last two years had been burdensome on her.
Finding the sign with three green dragons and one white, she felt a ray of hope fill her. Or maybe it was the smell of food coming from within. Either way, she was drawn into the establishment before she realized what she was doing. Dara was still road worn, dusty and fatigued but still maintaining some spirit as she walked in. Spying the counter, she and Lydia walked to it and sat down.
"What do you have ready? Stew? Yes that sounds wonderful, I'd like a bowl please and may I have an extra spoon?" Dara's precious cargo was that of the most precious type, an infant child bundled tightly in a blanket for warmth and concealment. One didn't walk through unknown cities without showing great care, even with a scimitar on her belt.
When the food served she wiggled in her chair enough to put the child on her leg in her left arm. Sliding the bowl to the right she took a bite to test the temperature before blowing on it. The child took a tepid bite before flailing about, knocking the spoon from Dara's hand and sending it falling to the floor. Lydia reached down and picked it up to find the patron of the house already there with a new spoon. "She's not very hungry," Dara said to Lydia before taking a spoonful for herself. Unlike the baby, Dara was quite hungry and she wasted little time starting on the meal while Lydia secured a room for the night. In between bites, Dara took a look around to see who was present, what the place was like, who the typical patrons were. She tried once more to feed the baby and was rewarded as she took a mouthful of the sauce and swallowed with without fuss. "Do you have any warm milk?" she asked.