~It is a common saying, and in everybody's mouth, that life is but a sojourn~
-Plato
Andronika stepped into the silver pavilion, taking a quick look around, she noted that the banquet area of the large establishment had two floors. A raised platform on the lower floor formed the stage on which a group of scantily clad beauties swayed to the slow tones of a lone musician who sat off to the side of the stage, strumming his zither. The platform was of considerable height making it easy for those on the second floor of the establishment to easily watch the ongoing performances without having to look down.
