The Pig Roast Inn was a natural place for the wolf girl to drift towards,  it's nightly meal being self explanatory.  It was a bustling building with many customers,  some just there for the nightly feast,  while others were staying the night with the Roast hog being a treat.  One of the servers, a thinner man with a thick frop of black hair badly contained under a bandana,  met the beast woman at the door.<br/><br/>"Ah! A room?  Come this way miss." He seemed the nervous type as he lead her through the crowded tables to a desk with a bespectacled woman behind it. She dismissed the server with a flick of her wrist and took up her quill as her sharp eyes swept once over the wolf girl.<br/><br/>"Travelling alone?  Our lowest rate is 5 silver a night,  which includes hot water and a nightly meal of pig."  She was respectful enough,  but her controlled expression betrayed her doubt that the inhuman had the coin to stay at the Inn.<br/><br/>_______<br/><br/>Life in Iron Wall was not particularly easy for anyone,  but it was definitely most difficult for those who 'didn't belong there'.  Dark Elves were a known ally to the demon's,  which meant that the best case scenario if one were to appear at the gates of a civilized place like Iron Wall would be life in prison work camps,  though more likely execution.<br/><br/>Shadow magic was a tricky thing though,  rarely practiced even by demons and dark elves.  Contrary to popular belief, there was nothing inherently evil about the shadows of the world,  just like light also has no intrinsic morality.  Still,  should the guards or Iron Crusaders catch even a whiff of the forbidden magic being used within the city,  there would be an extensive man hunt to root out the Demon or demonic ally that had infiltrated the city.<br/><br/>Luckily for Ania, shadow magic was exceedingly rare on the surface world,  and even the few mages of Iron Wall that were looking for trouble had their magical noses attuned to far more common indications of demonic presences. The well endowed woman, having spent much of her life sneaking about,  managed to slip by the wards and guards without bringing the entire garrison down on her head.<br/><br/>Compared with the underground home she was born to,  even the most desolate alley had a cornucopia of food for her to sample,  as long as one wasn't too picky.  The various Inns and Hostels always had bits of food and scraps left over,  one in particular having a nice pile of bones behind it nearly every night with flecks of delicious meat to chew on,  not to mention the marrow of many uncracked bones to suck out.