It wasn’t long after the two had parted ways that the rain started to pour down from the heavens in thick, heavy droplets of water.  Anyone still outside was soaked to the bone within seconds, though most had already found shelter and a warm place to rest for the night.  Archane loved the rain though, and she wished she had the time to just stand in the middle of the storm for a moment.  To let the rain wash over her, cleansing her of the stress and worries of life.  The sound of the wind roaring in her ears and thunder crashing in the dark clouds above were soothing sounds to her, relaxing yet electrifying at the same time.  Unfortunately though, getting a room for the night had taken more time than she had anticipated, as there were many people in need of a safe place out of the storm for the night.  Once she had acquired a room, it was already too close to the time she was meant to rendezvous with the nameless half-breed, so there was no time for a walk in the storm.<br/><br/>Instead, the young Dragonkin decided to get settled for the night, throwing her black leather bag onto the only bed in the room.  It wasn’t too big, but it was a good size with more than enough for her, and was held up by dark wooden posts and slabs.  A night table and dresser made of the same wood were also placed within the room, and there was a small attached bathroom with a medium-sized shower.  Aside from a small linen closet with extra towels and sheets, a couple lamps placed on the night table and dresser, and a window behind the beds headboard, the room wasn’t much when it came to that of decoration.  Which was fine, as Archane didn’t need much anyways.  She only planned on staying for a night or two, since it was important she keep moving towards her goal and not stay in one place too long.<br/><br/>Undoing the clasp that held her cloak together, Archane slid the thick fabric off her head and shoulders, revealing an all black outfit.  A fitted, long-sleeved black top and a pair of tight, black skinny jeans clung to her body, while her feet were encased in a pair of black combat boots that came up to about mid-calf.  Finally, a leather strap around her waist completed the outfit, with two holsters hanging by either of her hips.  Within these holsters were her daggers, which were made of sharp steel and reinforced with the scales of a Dragon.  Her father had them specially crafted for her on her 16th birthday, though she had made some minor tweaks as well.  She never went anywhere without them.<br/><br/>Folding her cloak up neatly, she layed it on the bed for now, figuring it wasn’t needed as it warm inside the Inn, and the people of Delphia already knew what she was thanks to her interaction with the hybrid from earlier.  There was no need to hide anymore.  Next, she went to her medium sized, black leather messenger bag, which held her traveling supplies such as food, gold, extra clothes, and so on.  It also held another smaller, brown leather bag of the same style, although this bag held supplies of a different variety.  Healing potions, deadly posions, antidotes, herbs and suppliments that helped replinish magical energy, and her own personal spellbook were located in this bag, which she handled much more carefully than the other one.  Reaching inside, she carefully pulled it out, slinging it over her shoulders and across her slender body.  She also pulled out a small black cotton pouch, pulled tight and tied shut by a string on either side.  It contained the small bit of gold she had, so she dropped it into her bag as well to carry with her, before clasping it shut by a small buckle on the front.<br/><br/>Ready to go, Archane ran a couple fingers through her long, pale-pink hair to try and untangle the knots, though gave up halfway when it became too much work.  Slipping out of her room, the small Dragonkin made her way down the steps, a small bounce in her step that seemed to be done subconsciously.  While she wasn’t sure if the half-breed was here yet, she could still go ahead and procure a table for them.  Maybe order some food for herself, as she was rather hungry.  As she walked into the lobby, her violet eyes scanned the tables and seats for the mysterious man she was looking for.  It wasn’t hard to spot him, as he certainly stood out from the others, and immediately Archane made her way over to him.  Weaving between tables, she ignoring the glances and strange looks thrown her way and plopped in the seat across from him, making herself comfortable very quickly.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">“I suppose you were right.  I don’t have to take light of your word.”</span>, she said, placing her forearms on the table as she leaned forward just a tad to get comfortable.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">“Thank you for meeting me.”</span>, Archane said, deciding to be polite as she eyed his plate of meat.  Absentmindedly she wondered if she should get some of her own, and if he could really eat such an enormous portion in one sitting.  Perhaps she should wait to order until he was finished... then she could simply eat what he had left over, without having to pay for a meal herself.  She only had so much gold, after all.