<span style="font-style: italic">Close them.... Keep them shut tight.... and...</span>"Open!" Penny said aloud as she looked wide-eyed at the ceiling.<span style="font-style: italic">hmm... still not ringing a bell.</span>she gave a sigh before trying one more time.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Think Penny think, we left from the.... we went to....</span>a small whir and the feeling of cold metal against her cheek made her give up "I think we might've done it again squeaks," Penny brought her hand up to meet her little buddy which affectionately bumped into her before climbing into her palm. The bed gave a small creak as she sat straight up and placed the small machine on her shoulder. She gave the room a quick sweep with her eyes before placing her feet on the wooden floor. Light streamed through a small window above a night stand at the head of the bed. Her pack and equipment were neatly stacked on a desk against the adjacent wall. After taking a quick moment to lace up her boots, Penny sifted through her pack and pulled out a coin satchel, and a some tools. She gave a small sigh before exiting the room, the heavy feeling of guilt nagging her with each step.<br/><br/>Each step down the hall and to the stairs was announced by the jangle of her pack, the tavern's unusually quiet patrons and low music didn't help cover up her entrance either. She gave each person in the room an awkward smile before placing something at their tables. She didn't have time to make everyone a customized gift but she hoped they would like it all the same; each box held a small glass orb with a shifting blue flame in it. She quickly spotted the woman in charge. She jangled hurriedly behind the woman as she made her way to attend to one of the patrons.<br/><br/>"Umm, Excuse me, ma'am. Oh!" she exclaimed before quickly pulling out a small box and handing it to the hooded man before turning back to the woman<br/><br/>"I'm sorry about the damages," she retrieved her coin pouch and held it out to her "I can take care of the repairs but I'm sure I've been here quite a while if last time is any indication. At least, that's what they told me; I guess they could've lied but that doesn't really matter. I still blew up half the tavern; I wonder if their dog still coughs up smoke. I mean, it's not impossible. My mother sent me a message saying that the Davarians still have to catch a flying carrot here or there and that happened... how long ago? " she looked back at the woman<br/><br/>"Oh! sorry!" If you could just point me to the damages, I could get started!" she looked about the room curiously before frowning confusedly.<br/><br/>"I don't see.... wha- what exactly happened?"