Katarzyna had been staying at<em>The Bleeding Lamb</em>for close to three days now. Tonight was supposed to be the night she left, slipping quietly out, leaving coin for the proprietor. It was a habit she had come accustomed too, never letting anyone know when she left, or when she arrived. With the rain as it was, she knew she would not be making her way further inland tonight.<br/><br/>The music drifting up through the stairwell to Katarzyna's room was sweet, and the raucous laughter accompanying it was enticing to the woman alone in her small room. If she had known she would be here another night, she certainly would have found a companion to fill the empty space in her room for the night, like she had for the past two sleeps. Seeing as this was not the case, it was inevitable that she would be drawn to the sounds in the common room.<br/><br/>Her moccasin clad feet made no noise as they padded on the worn wood stairs, her dress unobtrusive, tanned leather leggings and a dusky green tunic, gathered around her waist with a bronze-buckled belt. As she made her way in to the common room, her white eyes took in the room with a cursory sweep, narrowing when they landed on the man and woman at the bar. Cleric and a Paladin, just perfect.<br/><br/>Quickly moving to a table on the opposite side of the tavern, against the metal-work window beside the door, she sat down, her eyes piercing as she studied the two. She wasn't wearing her armour, and her shield bearing the emblem of Nebtenwesh was not with her, but if either of them got a good look at her and recognized the mark of that evil Goddess -white hair, eyes, and skin- it would not be long before trouble found her, as it always did.<br/><br/>It was something else she had grown accustomed to over the thirty years she has been held in thrall to the Goddess: They didn't care about the circumstances of service.