The little fae walked further into the inn, as a strong, cold wind had just swept her forward. She pushed the heavy door closed behind herself so as to not let anymore cold air in, which left her standing in a puddle of rain that ran in rivulets down her arms and legs, and dripped steadily from the ends of her long hair.<br/>A bit nervously, the small female moved away from the door, wringing her hair out as she went and leaving puddles of rainwater across the floor. She accepted the towel that one of the gremlins had graciously brought her before he moved to clean up her mess.<br/>She flushed slightly at the welcoming calls of the other patrons and small smile grew on her face. She wrapped the towel around herself and moved over to the table where the two men had called to her, though she did not sit. In a low, soft and lilting voice she said, "Hello. Where am I--an Inn, correct?" She tilted her head to the side as she spoke, studying the other patrons.