As the pixie walks through town, every Draconian she passes looks in her direction with a twitching nose, but they do no more than look before returning to whatever was occupying them. The other people of the town also give her quick glances and they too go about their business once they've taken in the sight of the pixie. No one approaches her as she makes her way to the tavern.

Inside, the tavern is bustling with afternoon energy. There is music playing and people are eating and talking at their tables. There are only a couple of empty tables this time of day. Most people are eating lunch, a small bowl of some sort of stew and a chunk of bread with an ale. A waitress, a young woman with blonde hair, is busily moving around the tavern with a tray of ales. Another waitress, a young woman with brown hair, is setting down plates at a table. And at the bar there is a barkeep, a large bearded man, wiping down the counters.

At the end of the bar, the Pixie would catch a glimpse of shimmering, multi-colored, four-panel wings. If she examines any further, she would see a tail resembling that of a lions swishing behind her as she sits on the stool. She has black hair spiling over her shoulders, and from her angle at the window, the pixie would see the tips of purple horns.

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