A sigh left her thin lips, as she pulled her furs tighter around her neck. The tavern before her looked so warm , and inviting. The sounds dancing from the windows were of merriment and peace. She questioned her right to perhaps ruin the atmosphere. She had a knack for such things.<br/>Finally, after a gust of chilled wind pushed under her coat, she pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside. The fireplace caught her eye, the roaring flame reminding her of home. Her soft, amber eyes scanned the room, before stopping on an empty chair near the back. No patrons inhabited the surrounding tables, so she held no fear that she may scare them away.<br/><br/>As she made silent steps in the direction of her seat, a dark presence followed her like dust follows a caravan on a dirt road. Once it lingered in a space she previously occupied for more than a few seconds, it vanished. Her aching legs screamed in protest as she lowered herself into the old, wooden chair. Her nimble fingers pulling the buttons of her coat apart, so that her bare flesh may feel the distant warmth of the fire. Once exposed, her red silken blouse stood out against the dark shadows in her corner of solitude. A warm smile touched her lips, as she shook her long, hip length curls from their top knot. It had been ages since she had just sat, and rested. "Bless the Gods..."