Ship-Shape Tavern Interior Simin had bustled around the tables, a few feet finding their way into the path as an armful of plates nearly went flying in all directions. Had it not been for the Komodo's tail catching them so readily, a few patrons would have been wearing leftovers, rather than smug grins. They didn't say anything or even give a snide look, choosing to simply speed past the rest of those sitting. The human cook banged on the heavy wood table as they came into the kitchen, the bartender standing there arguing with the man as Simin slid between them, their tail kept low to the floor behind them. Hearing them in another battle about the benefits of cooking with ale versus the cost of the endeavor, the Komodo silently picked up another platter of food and made for the door that led back out into the main hall. The whole building was a mix and matched mess of rooms and hallways. In the four years that Simin had been working for the current owner, they still had yet to fully remember every way of getting around the place. It was an ideal spot for quiet deals and shady business, the bottom floor of the place having a door that opened up to the cliff side. Not that they explicitly needed access to such a thing from time to time. The tavern also sat just outside of the city, nestled away in the quiet of the countryside with a stunning view of the river from the south facing rooms. Some of the east rooms had a stunning view of the city, which was beautiful at night with all of the mage light that was so common in the city. The west rooms were, all boarded up, and not used. Officially. The north room above bar level had a lovely view of the grey rock face that had fallen away a few years ago, but it didn't threaten the tavern in any way. At least that is what Simin had been told. Who would lie about such a thing anyway? The dagger was carefully tucked away in the hip of their pants as they pushed out of the doorway, the slight weight a small reassurance that they wouldn't need to resort to teeth if the worst came about. Before the door closed, the bartender hollered something about drinks on the bar. With an artful flick of the tail, the door propped open and Simin looked at the bartender with a smile. "Yes?" Simin asked, their forked tongue escaping their mouth for a split second as the bartender pointed toward the bar. Don't forget the drinks this time he hissed as he continued his argument with the cook, not caring for a reply from Simin. The server pulled their tail out of the way and looked to the bar, noticing the mugs sitting there. Where do they go? Simin thought as they walked out toward the tables.