<b>Time to pick my pen up again</b><br/><br/>Name: Cabriolle<br/>Race: Night Elf<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Hair: Dark Green<br/>Eyes: Shining Silver<br/><br/>Attire: Form-fitting leathers, trimmed with fur. She wears a heavy, hooded cloak that hides her shape rather well, as well as her weapons.<br/><br/><br/>The doors swung open in the midst of a particularly violent gust of wind, revealing the woman who was trying to quietly slip in standing there. Hood up and cloak tightened around her, the cold came blasting behind her as she walked into the inn and quickly moved to shut the door behind her. Shoulders shuddered once she made sure the entrance was securely shut, a reaction from the cold itself and not the fact that she had involuntarily cause quite a bit of commotion. A low sigh escaped her as she turned around to look at the place she had just entered, needing a warm place to wait out the weather. For a moment she stood before noticing the fireplace, another sigh escaping her as she went to stand near it. She couldn't stand the cold and never would.<br/><br/>Removing her gloves and lowering the hood of her cloak, she let loose her hair behind her - reaching only past her shoulders - before sticking her hands out to absorb the warmth the fire sent out into the hall.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>