Myranya rolls over in the straw, grumbles and gives her dinosaur a lazy kick to get it up and stirring. She's browbeaten a few innkeepers into letting Little Glutton stay in her room, but it pretty much always turns around and bites her...Usually things go better when she just secures stable-space.<br/><br/>The halfling picks a few pieces of straw out of her hair and runs her fingers through it, straightening her dark locks before getting her mount up on his feet and saddled.<br/><br/>"You are staying right here until I come back." she growls at the young allosaur, catching its lazy eye a moment  and combing her fingers through its yellow-and-grey plumage before lightly headbutting it to remind if of its place (right here! nowhere else!), and setting off towards the inn proper.<br/><br/>She's still straightening the feathers of her own mask when she bumps into one of the barmaids and inquires after Ebba. "Too tall? Dark and mysterious? Ate everything in the house last night?" ...and apparently not here in the morning. Despite the barmaid's assurance the halfling stalks upstairs with the air of one of those small dogs who doesn't realize that the rest of the world is larger than it and assures herself that the skinchanger is, indeed, gone.<br/><br/>Myranya secures her dinosaur and makes her way to the hill and its fortification, ignoring the bustle and fuss of the town (who knows what they're on about this time? and who cares, as long as they aren't angry at her). The only notice she seems to take of the festival setup is to acquire a roasted chicken by dint of refusing to be denied and waving coppers around.<br/><br/>Approaching, she notes Ebba's familiar figure, as well as an elf mounted atop what she ajudges by its mien to be a warhorse, and the hulking mass of the warforged looming above a smaller, slighter swordsman. A choice bundle of trouble, she thinks to herself. Probably rife with all sorts of mad ideas about how to do things. Well, the first task is to find out what they're here to do...<br/><br/>The others see a somewhat heavyset halfling woman, barbarously clad in fur and feathers, and with a mask tossed back behind her head like the hood of a cloak. Said feathered mask looks suspiciously similar to the facial patterns of the allosaurus that's following behind her, making begging, half-grabby motions at the chicken she's chewing on.<br/><br/>She steps up with a grin and a belch, finally tossing the remains of the carcass to the trailing reptile which snaps it out of the air with a rather spectacular display of sharp teeth.  "Chanjan! Hah. Lespri wouldn't know you." She glances upward, shading her eyes. "The sun's only half as high as it gets and you're already out of bed!"