Sigrun's eyes finally cracked open, strained under the intense light of the sun flooding her vision. After recovering from her daze, she found herself somewhere else other than the inn, looking around curiously while finally rising her to feet.  She walked around the perimeter of the building that was behind her and realized it was the inn; she was tossed outside for taking one of the seats with her unconscious freeloading. To Savvy Saver Sigrun, this was not much of a problem, since it was easy for her to sleep on just about any surface. After the realization sunk in, the battle maiden noticed something odd once again. That weird feeling that she was experiencing earlier had returned, a feeling of dread. She looked around, but saw nothing suspicious, the villagers were just minding their own business. Though, both the feeling and the villager's attention were broken by Ahmaht; Bursting out of the doors of the tavern and screaming bloody murder, he failed to acknowledge her presence as he proceeded to parade around town. She stood there with her usual blank expression, waiting to see if he would eventually spot her among the townsfolk.