Anya slipped quickly through the city streets, her lithe body and graceful legs letting her slip in and out of the hustle and bustle of the evening rush. Her heart throbbed in her chest as she quickened her pace, eagre to arrive on time at this supposed meeting place.<br/><br/>She had only been on the road for the last three weeks and only in this city since the evening before, but already it seemed this was the opportunity the young woman had been hoping for. The chance at danger, adventure and the promise of riches. Having lived the last few years in a convent, the promise of these filled her young mind with excitement.<br/><br/>She counted herself lucky that she had even heard that this party was heading out. It was a case of being in the right place at the right time. Anya had bumped into a wolf-girl on entering the town and it had been her that had told her about the planned expedition. Explaining she was learned in healing arts she said she'd tag along, trying to sound casual like she did this all the time, but really buzzing with anticipation.<br/><br/>Flinching a little at the noise and smell of the tavern, she yet again wound her way through the crowd, doing her best to avoid close contact with many rowdy men that filled the place. Though she wasn't a prude, she was innocent for a girl of eighteen and did her best to hide her slight discomfort. Pale green eyes looked this way and that for the familiar figure of yesterday's wolf-girl and within a few minutes she found her, already with another woman. Smiling shyly, she made her way over.<br/><br/>"Remember me?" She said brightly to the wolf girl, leaning against her long metal staff and placing her best healing tome on the table infront of them.