The luminous moon was perched high behind the clouds, tiny slivers of light pierced the darkness and found its way to the waterâ€™s surface. A dull glimpse of life could be seen within the reflections of her listless eyes. There was a faint chill in the air but despite of it the wind was comforting, a soft lullaby that caressed her cheek. The dancing of the trees brought a softness to Arreaâ€™s heart that she had long since forgotten. She had been traveling for some time now and to those she deemed worthy, she offered refuge.<br/><br/>Arrea sat upon a saddled clydesdale, his fur a mix of chestnut and pearl and his thick mane held a deep caramel hue. She brushed her fingers through his freshly brushed coat, admiring how gentle it felt to her touch. She listened to the heavy thump of his hooves as he lazily made his way back to the inn. â€œWeâ€™re almost home, boy,â€ she whispered to him as she ceased her stroking of his fur to reward him with a tender pat on his neck. â€œI know how much you miss your stable; youâ€™ll be able to rest soon.â€ Arreaâ€™s voice was soft, her words a smooth texture to the quite background.<br/><br/>Arrea allowed herself to slowly cock her head and glance at the cherry blossom orchard. The tiny follower buds appeared to be waiting for their chance to dance with the breeze. She smiled to herself as all of the blossoms seemed to lose their patience and dive into the wind, only to be cradled into the lake bellow. As she watched this display of nature her thick locks of onyx hair were battered to and fro, she brought her slender fingers to the brim of her face and brushed her bangs aside before tucking the strands back behind her ear.<br/><br/>The giant, wooden doors of the inn came into view and the clydesdale realizing he was close to home went from a slow trot to a darting run. Arrea laughed at his eagerness as she gripped the reins to steady herself. As they reached their destination, she dismounted and allowed him to walk to his trough for a refreshing drink. She began the process of preparing him for stable; removing his saddle, brushing out his coat and mane, and cleaning his hooves before placing a warm blanket across his back.  Arrea placed food in his pin before shutting the gate. â€œEat up and get some rest, goodnight Ajax.â€ She waved farewell to her horse as she shooed away the servants that arrived too late to be of any assistance.<br/><br/>Arrea walked over to the entrance of the inn, it hadnâ€™t been touched since its creation. She ran her fingertips across the detailed carvings of the dragons that would forever be etched in combat. She sighed quietly to herself as she allowed her memories to embrace her for a short moment. She stepped back from the door and quickly brushed her clothing off to ensure dirt and debris wouldnâ€™t be brought inside.<br/><br/>She wore a crimson, full body corset that has intricate designs along the sides. The fabric along either side of her waist and hips forms a criss-cross pattern, showing flesh at various intervals. The corset has a detachable cloak in the same deep red that covers the back of her legs; yellow beads dot the few inches of the fabric from the bottom. Arrea has knee high, stiletto boots that match her outfit. Tied about her waste is a golden chain that fastens together to act as a fashionable belt.<br/><br/>Once she had finished inspecting her outfit she returned her attention to the door, she rapidly searched the mouths of various dragons until she discovered the secret switch she needed to unlock the door. The door wouldnâ€™t lock again unless she went to the main room of the castle and activated a separate switch. Arrea, with some effort, pulled it upward and the intricate locks within the door began to release themselves. She peered uneasily as a few of the wounded dragons moved aside, allowing the door to swing itself open.<br/><br/>Arrea stood there for a few moments before taking the first step into the castle. She had inherited this from one of her former allies. He was no longer with her and the Forsworn emblems that had been carved into the marble were going to be a constant reminder to her. She was to be the one that became the caretaker of this castle but she had declined it, only taking temporary possession before passing the neutral territory along to another.<br/><br/>She made her way in, exploring all of the familiar amenities that Castle Forsworn offered to the peaceful soul. She eased her way behind the bar before examining what liquor was available. Arrea eventually decided upon an expensive looking bottle of brandy. She plucked one of the dirty glasses off the shelf, cleaned it, and then helped herself to a drink. She walked from behind the bar, bottle of brandy in hand, while she began deciding upon a comfy looking armrest. Once she was satisfied she eased herself into the smooth velvet upholstered chair opposite an exquisite hearth. She quietly placed the bottle of brandy on the end table centered between her seat and the empty one next to her. She then inhaled deeply before pointing her index finger at the old firewood and exhaled as a bolt of flames erupted from her fingernail and consumed the wood, creating a fairly comfortable atmosphere. She allowed herself to relax, â€œThe invitations have been extended to the other races that the tavern is open once again. I wonder if any of them will show,â€ she asked to the retreating darkness.<br/><br/>[Location: Abysmal Haven]