<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img59/6967/8sro.jpg)</div><br/>Like her namesake, Whisper knew the value of stealth.  Her orichalcum was all hidden underneath her thick furs, even though wearing them was apt to make a normal person a little warm inside the inn.  She didn't have much in the way of money, but in many places, her ability to kill game and collect meat and furs was more than enough to get her reasonably comfortable accommodations in the relatively civilized areas.<br/><br/>As much as she didn't really like to consider it sometimes, her body was still all too human.  She had to eat and sleep as much as anyone else, and the feel of a soft, fluffy bed just couldn't completely compare to a warm fire in a dry cave.<br/><br/>Too much of it made you soft, of course, but every once in a while, she couldn't help but let herself splurge just a little on such things.<br/><br/>The innkeeper had included meals with her room as well.  Apparently moose was hard to come by in this area, which was lucky for her.  At the moment she was drinking wine out of a skin, listening at the inn as various people chattered.  Her particular dialect wasn't quite fast enough to keep up perfectly, but usually she got the jist.