As it perpetually does, the entry allows a pair of figures to enter. They are a male and female. The male is tall. Very tall. Towing over his smaller comrade by well over a foot in height. He is dressed in dust covered leather armor, that likely has seen more skirmishes than it's wearer could possibly have lived long enough to see. He sets his hands on his hips and takes a deep breath.
"There it is, Little Sister. The Dunn Wright Inn. Where everything, aside from the wenches, has been Dunn Wright for years!"
He laughs to himself at his crude joke, scanning around for a place to sit or a barmaid passing by with a tray of beverages. He takes a pair of long steps, his boots clomping the floor, which also has a sticky sound to it. For his companion's part, she stands in the doorway, sidestepping a departing dwarf, who grumbles something as the smell of ale both proceeds and follows him from the door to whatever awaits him. She is dressed in a rather clean, at least compared to her companion, cloth looking armor of Royal Blue with silver patterns across it, punctuated here and there with short, silvery studs, the like you would see on studded leather armor. Peaking from over her just over five foot back is what looks like a bow. Her left hip has a battered scabbard strung through her tightly buckled belt. The left side a simple leather sheath holds a normal, everyday looking dagger. It looks as if it has not seen anything worse than a hair cut in its short life. Her sky blue eyes blink beneath her bangs of platinum blond hair. The second clomp of her companion is followed by his turning around.
"If you want a drink, Doriandra, you had better move forward."
She blinks back to concentration on his voice and moves quickly up behind him. He laughs.
"This is the least likely place for you to run into misadventure, Dori. Still, best if you stay close."
She nods to him, blushing.
"Sorry, Difenda. You have been here how many times? It's my first."
He chuckles, slipping surprisingly agile for a man his size, through the crowd to the bar. Doriandra following close on his heels. Difenda orders.
"Two ales."
Doriandra turns, pressing her shoulders to his approximately lower back and looks around at the rather wide, diverse and drunken scene around her.