<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/>Elizabeth had too much work left to do and nowhere near enough time to do it, but there was no sense of urgency or rush in her steps. A pair of jean shorts and a tank top accompanied the pair of wedge heels that extended her tanned legs. Each step made her bounce, hair swaying and blowing to the side, wind raising the bottom of her shirt every once in a while. Just as she was about to step through the doors of the Inn, the sound of a motorcycle engine revved behind her, causing the girl to turn ever so slightly and peer over her shoulder.<br/><br/>A man came riding up to the Inn, a visitor, obviously, and one she had guessed had been spoken to already. Normally, she would have turned to walk inside, but Elizabeth just couldn't pass up a man on a bike. Leaning back against the door, her hands slid barely behind her sides to keep her propped against it. She had chosen to wait, mainly curios to see if the man was even worth-while to look at.