Shyrden stared at the warm golden glow emitting from the run down looking pubs windows, and then she stared down at her icy mud encrusted boots. Her stomach chose that moment to growl as well, and the deep gash she had hastily and crudely bandaged alone the left side of her ribs and abdomen throbbed in pain in time to her heartbeat. Maybe something hot to eat and a drink would be ok to have here at this pathetic speck of a place on the edge of the wilds, a place where she could go pretty well unnoticed because of the amount of strange folk that wandered into little places like this from the wilds. Taking a deep breath and tugging her hood a little lower across her pale face and silvery white hair, Shyrden entered the pub. She took her seat in the far back corner with her back against the wall and used this vantage to observe the room while she waited to be served. Not too many people in yet, this was good. Shyrden relaxed just a bit as no one currently inside the pub looked like much of a threat to her. When the barmaid came she ordered a hot spiced cider and a bowl of the stew (special of the day apparently) and sat more or less just soaking in the warmth.