<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/ifzjvm.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><strong>Elizabeth Varden</strong></span></em></span> <br/>Known; Sparrow </div><br/>Sister. That explaine the similar facial structure and skin tone. When the man's eyes landed on Elizabeth, she saw the various emotions flooding through them; sorrow, determination, care... Desperation. His search, although just started, probably felt far too long. "I'm sorry." The phrase was short and simple, meaning behind it somewhere. When he questioned her life in the town, her eyes danced with humor, a turned back hiding it well. "Nope!" The 'right hand' Sparrow turned, a grin plastered on her face. "My family moved here when I was younger; decided to stay because we loved the little town." The genuine smile and bright eyes shown honesty, something the girl had mastered by watching Ms. Crane. Knowing exactly what he was trying to get at, the woman simply smiled, standing beside him. Her fingers traced down the lines of the book, stopping at the signature most recently scribbled. She scoffed.<br/><br/>"Nice name." It was entertaining that he was trying to hide who he was. By the looks of it, he was the type to pull a full-blown missing person's search. Ms. Crane will have known his name by now. Where was that woman, anyway? Mind wandering, Elizabeth made her way up the stairs, long legs moving slowly, almost deliberately, if she hadn't spaced out. At the top of the steps, the screech of a cat caused a blink to come to her eyes, te feline swiftly ending up in her arms. "Your room's right down there." The cat's tail flicked as if it was pointing down the hall, it's deep purr echoing in the temporarily empty Inn, sun bathing the creature and her owner.