Finding Dunefire

The dust of the village swirled about your bare feet and ankles, as you strolled through the crowded streets. A scene in daytime, that stood in stark contrast to the bare and almost naked scene you had witnessed, yesterday.
The voices. They were louder and more boisterous, as you passed by barkers who where selling their wares, and by residents who were going this way and that. "Knives, Knives for sale!" you hear one salesman calling. "Just 30 Skayl! Get 'em today, we got-"
"RUNES!" the voice of a second salesmen suddenly called out, causing you to turn on your heels, as he cut off the first salesman. "That's right," you heard him continue, "I said runes for sale! Common runes, rare runes, Runes for all types; for Defense, Offense, Health, and Stamina! We go them all! We even got them by rank from Novice to Master! Come see th' wares we can provide! Everything needed for your magical enhancement needs..." The voice trails off, as you choose to pass by it.
You ignore for now, the calls of the merchants, but remember for future reference that there are all these armorers and magic sellers in the square. You think to yourself that, " If I am going to be a summoner's apprentice, then it might be good to get to know at least one or two of them." That way, you at least have someone to rely on, when I need to restock. And also, you figure since you probably won't be able to master spells and charms right off the bat, it'll be good to have a friend who's willing to resupply you more often than they would a regular customer.
"Yeah. That'll be useful in the future," you note, continuing onward through the crowd. Your bare feet carrying you forward, until they bring you to the same tawdry, slapdash tavern, that stood before you yesterday. It with its sign of a sultry feminine dragon woman clad in blue scales and cream-toned underbelly. She was relaxed in that same enticing reclined position of the night before. Her finger and tail were crooked in such a fashion so as to entice weary desert travelers, to venture inside. And there were symbols above and below her, that your mind somehow translated to read as, "The Sybaris' Simmer." A venue, you recalled instantly, was mentioned by Drak'ja, as the tavern run by his daughter Vyrna.
Maybe he was in here?
You ponder it then shrug. "It's a better chance then nothing," you murmur pushing your way through beaded curtains into a lobby that is unexpectedly filled with residents hopping from roulette style games, slot machines, and various card games. You see, money flying across tables and expressions of excitement, as people win huge jackpots. You see glimmers of concern, for those who are down to their last cent. And also from all around the room, casual glances of curiosity toward you. For you remember instantly what Drak'ja said about there being very few humans left, in comparison to other races. So to see you in the desert, must be a novel experience for many. You see you have at least, garnered the attention of one elf, who is playing roulette. Of Two draconguis females, one who is shorter with rosy scales and a B cup, and the other who is about 5'8" with tan scales a CC cup; and of an ash toned woman with red-eyes who seemed to be looking at you in an almost predatory fashion. This last one carried over her shoulder a frilled black lace umbrella, that blocked out the sunlight which shone in through the open roof above.
Ugh. You walked past her nervously, intending to find Drak'ja as soon as possible. The way she looked it you... It made you nervous, to think about what might be going through her mind. It was like she noticed you in a different way than the rest. It was like to her, you were more than just a passing curiosity. You were someone she had taken note of. Someone, who for better or for worse, she now would be watching. Even, if you didn't know the reason why.
Damn.
It gave you shivers, to think you had gotten someone's attention like that. You do your best to refocus your attention. You go over the exact words you want to use, when telling Drak'ja your chosen occupation, when suddenly...