Walking towards the Roriksted grew tiresome. Though the weather helped with her mood, the scenery began to bore her. With boredom brought peace into her mind. Words weren't spoken between the two but it helped Sarrina dwell into her own thoughts. It also help to see a few foxes cross the paths of the travelers.<br/><br/>Passing through Roriksted was worse with even with the few civilians going out of their way to wave at the fellow travelers. “ The Sleepless Dragon will be seen once we leave this town. Roriksted isn't really a place to visit...” she said to Alois under her breath.<br/><br/>Dusk turned into night, and with the Sleepless Dragon in the nord's eyesight, excitement began to fill her heart. Opening the inn doors brought a helpless smile to her face. “Shor's beard have you got to try some of these drinks.” her attention went away from the young breton when she saw a  familiar face.<br/><br/>“Aye yah old Hag, where's that charming boy of yours?” Sarrina said slamming her hands on the counter.<br/><br/>“Down stairs, playing with that little lute of his.” The keeper said with a sarcastic tone.<br/><br/>“Shall I wait?”<br/><br/>“The boy's been down there for hours tuning his instrument. I'd watch your step if I were you. No telling how many things he picked up from that damn Bard's college he went to.”<br/><br/>Sarrina smirked at Alois while tossing her belongings to him. “This will only take a second.”<br/><br/>Jolting down the stairs, the room of the Charming Bard, Felton, was in front of her. “Felton you lazy bastard, a letter-”<br/><br/>Crimson filled his sheets as his  lute laid waste to the ground. Denial roamed her mind, as she inched closer to the animate body and with every step she took her stomach turned. Seeing his neck drenched in blood and his eyes glued shut, brought Sarrina to a panic.  Death ran its course for the nineteen year old man, and his death wasn't the only thing troubling Sarrina now. Her breathing increased, causing her to grip her coat out of relief. “Felton your mother need's you upstairs, your father needs you outside in the fields. There isn't much time to be a lazy bastard. Wake up for the Gods sake.” Terror grew in the nord's voice as her hands shook the cold body.<br/><br/>Deer, Elk, even foxes was a common death to see for Sarrina. But to see the manmer, dead like the prey that fell to her own bow, burnt a hole in her stomach. Running up the steps with her legs shaking became a task, and seeing Alois and her Felton's mother upstairs caused her speech to become for the others to hear.<br/><br/>"Bastard's dead and his necklace is gone." Sarrina said with her hands shaking.<br/><br/>Watching the expression on Alois and the woman's face was something Sarrina couldn't bare. Her eyes traveled towards the ground. As her breathing slowed. Even if she didn't like the boy. It was hard to see a dead body.