<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/>She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the man and his obviously fake smile. As she took the picture to look more closely at it, the hand that raise for the photo jingled. A bracelet around her wrist swayed. It looked like any old charm bracelet, silver links holding it together, but upon further inspection, it was obvious that the 'charms' hanging from the chain links were blood red tear drops that glistened in the sun. Each person in town knew how to react to the symbol, seeing the main, simplest but most cherished one dangling around the knock of Julie-Anna Crane. The sound of the drops was almost like that of a windchime, ringing once more as the woman looke off to the side, towards the entrance to town.<br/><br/>With a shrug, she handed the photo back to the man, turning and pulling the door open. "Nope. Can't say I have, honey. Why, is that your lover?" Hips swaying as she walked to the front desk, she leaned over the counter, reaching far to grasp a set of keys, heels almost off the floor in her attempt. There was no one behind the counter, which may have explained why she dropped the keys on an open notebook, beside a black pen. "You'll be in room seven, second floor." Pausing, she pointed a thumb back at the book, other hand resting on her hip. "If your girl stayed here, she'll be in that book. Make sure you sign in." With that, she ran a hand through her hair, bracelet jingling with each move, before walking to a large cupboard and looking through some old books.