Sira The Piercing Eye...Hah, that name would only serve as a bitter reminder of a day, a life, a home, that no longer existed. She was just Siralai now, one of two lone survivors who had survived the decimation that left her birth place as nothing more than ashes, death, and destruction lay in its place. Born, raised, tempered...her life, her entire life, had been in Kall'atha. It had only been a matter of time, she knew, but that didn't lessen the pain in her heart as she stood with The First, Alianae, on the steppes of the Mountains that overlooked what had been home. Sira had been silent, eyes watching, staring, when The First's voice had broken through her stoic mindset.<br/><br/>"Siralai...we should march. Kall'atha is gone now. We should not fight these...things any longer, we only waste our strength."<br/><br/>She wanted to argue, her determination to see these creatures dead heading her emotions; even her hand twitched, as if she might, but she silently lowered her eyes and nodded instead. She could take a lot, but the battle had sapped all but the strength to keep her standing. Dirty, battle worn, and emotionally defeated, she and The First had left that life behind despite how much of their life it had been, for Sira it had been her only life, the only one she had ever known. By the time they reached Hamsharil, she had buried what ever bits of her despair beneath the layers of her strength, her determination, her willpower to see that those monsters drowning in their own blood. She was not a vicious woman, or a vengeful sort, but she felt like it was all that could keep her together.<br/><br/>"We should rest, Alianae; perhaps I can get us a room at the INN," Siralai finally spoke as they made their way into the city, emotionally, physically, and mentally exhausted from the ordeal. They walked to the INN where Sira helped The First sit on a bench outside of the INN. "You stay here, take a breather, I will secure us a room - you know me and my silver tongue," she joked, trying to find a bit of herself beneath the surface of the boiling cauldron of her emotions. Her meager coin wasn't likely to get them a room, but if Sira could do one thing right now, getting them a room with that meager coin would be it.<br/><br/>"You expect to get a room with this?" The Innkeeper was looking at her skeptically, shuffling the meager amount of coin in his dirty hands.<br/><br/>"It's all we got, what with the darkspawn leveling our home to ash and rubble. Surely you wouldn't leave a poor young woman on the street, would you?" Sira questioned, a frown pouting her pretty pink lips, her long lashes lowering a bit as she looked at the Innkeeper with a sorrowful expression. "I've lost everything I've got...surely the last amount of coin I have would be enough."<br/><br/>The man sighed and muttered, "Maker save me," before he nodded and took the coin, sliding the bits of them into his coin purse. He took a key from the hooks behind him and handed it to her. "Just don't give me any trouble elf, alright?"<br/><br/>"Yes'sir," she said with a sweet smile, before taking the key back outside and handing it to The First. "We're all set."