Lynnira was too preoccupied with herself to notice the others. This tingly feeling in her gut told her, nothin' to worry 'bout that person. And so, she followed it's directions. As it had done her no wrong yet.<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumped from the pressure. It was squeezing her body like a snake about it's victim, a trickle of sweat from the effort warmed the back of her neck unpleasantly. With a shudder and a huff, the woman continued on her way. She cared not for the other Knight's at the moment; they could handle themselves. Mostly the elf, something about her put Lynnira off.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><i>'Does she believe me as a lower being than her? Or does she blame us for the fall of our Queen? Ugh, well.. she has always been a bitch to me, I just think she doesn't like me. Probably the fire thing... fuck, I don't know.'</i></span>Her inner turmoil ended soon enough though.<br/><br/>Over a door, carved into the wooden board that hung was a symbol that was known to all. A tavern. A place of eating, drinking and sleeping. A few of Lynnira's favorite things. Like the other 'buildings' in the town they were all wooden, sturdy and fortified with stone. It looked less elvish to her then it really should. She noted with a soft 'Hmph'. Quickly, the cloaked and pained woman turned inside, like most, it was misty with smoke, long tables scattered with people (elves, in this case), the fire flickered almost lifelessly in a far corner. There was a long delicate piece of silk hanging from an arch, separating the kitchen to the rest of the room. Like all Taverns, there was a man who stood behind a counter, a bartender, also the innkeeper. Reaching into the folds of her cloak she grasped a pouch of coins, a soft mutter left her lips as the eyes followed her, unknown to her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>"They can pay for themselves..."</b></span>And with that she placed a couple of coins, worth more then the room she wanted to use. The Bartender didn't mind the extra and gave her a gentle smile, and handed her a rough, copper key.<br/><br/>Spinning it in her fingers, the Flame Knight headed to the stairs to her right, up to a long hallway, with doors lining them, to another staircase, up to a third floor. Double checking her key number, the woman twisted it into a lock and entered..