Weylyn headed out of her room, she did not bother pulling her hair up into a ponytail or braiding it like she usually would,
The red tresses cascaded down her back, reaching down to below her waist line and settling over the rise of her derriere.
There was a long hallway leading ahead of her with many doors on either side which were all lodging rooms in the inn,
Weylyn followed the sound of the boisterous laughter and joyous melody till she arrived at a wooden staircase and descended down the staircase to the bar beneath.
The bar was a vast place already overflowing with laughing knights seated at the different wooden tables and downing tankards of ale.
There were busty barmaids moving about, serving ale and other, scantily clad, blushing and giggling courtesans seated by the side of the knights
