Ari sighed, flopping down over the wooden bar she had been polishing. She'd had the Breeze Away Inn open for over a week, and not a soul had popped in, not even for a moment. The young elfin adult, age of merely 25 (those of her lineage were not immortal, but remained youthful in looks with incredibly long lifespans to boot) closed her eyes behind her tortoise-shell glasses. She was dressed plainly, and warmly, and in a very human fashion. A long woolen scarf was wrapped around her neck, the tail hanging down her back. She wore a plain black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, white snug-fit jeans, and black ballet flats. Glancing up with sky blue eyes, Ari watched the door in desperation.