Harley Bent  (Level 1 Godamancer)<br/>LIV 1  BSH  1  SNK 1  LIK 1  WHT 3  RED 1  BLU 1  GRN 1  BLK 1  XP *<br/>Healthy<br/>_________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>The door to the Questgiver's Inn opened rather violently and slammed against the wall with a bang. The sound quickly brought a hushed silence to the room, more out of being startled than anything else. A figure shrouded by a mottled cloak of dark blue or purple or green, the edges of which were dusty and somewhat torn from traveling stepped into the quiet room. Those closest to her later proclaim to have heard a dark muttering that sent shivers up their spine, something about an oaf named Cleo demanding unattainable golden fleece. A few brave men had tried to glance into the dark confines of the hood only to find themselves paralyzed with fear as a gleam of menacing gold eyes peered back at them.<br/><br/>One small slender hand reached up to pull back her hood and a gloom seemed to lift from the atmosphere of the room, lightening considerably similar to a candle in the darkness. Later on, others profess that it was a young girl dressed in the pure white robes of a priestess stepped gingerly through the doorway, contrary to others who saw otherwise. Closer inspection and one would realize that her uniform was a tad different from the usual plain clothes donned by those who deemed themselves holy. Instead of being covered from head to toe, her shoulders were bared and a long slit up the side brazenly showed lovely sculpted legs. The colors were the same, white and gold, but the design was definitely unorthodox.<br/><br/>Waves of brown tumbled free and were held in place with a matching headband and she glanced up to survey the room with soft dewy eyes peering past her bangs. A rather large and hefty tome was held tightly in her arms as if it were a precious ornament...and it very well may be considering her occupation. She seemed timid almost, surrounded by so many men, and when soft lips parted to speak her voice matched her appearance perfectly, soft, learned, and melodical. "Excuse me, but are there any open rooms left?"<br/><br/>At her side, hanging off of a golden tassle that seemed to serve as a belt, was a worn leather bag. At the moment, it seemed relatively empty but a small bulge at the bottom hinted at some sort of precious possession or perhaps even a small amount of money. She tugged lightly at the leather strap attached to the travelers pack hanging off of her shoulder, the spitting image of a helpless girl struggling with a heavy burden as she waited expectantly for a response. The entire time she was glancing nervously about, seemingly unsure of herself or was she just searching for the innkeeper?