Azderal had been sitting in her room sulking as she did day in and day out.  It had been three months since he had left and she was still waiting.  She knew he wasn't coming back, probably killed by the beast he was hunting, which mean she was once again all alone.  She was running out of the money he left her and so wouldn't be able to stay here much longer without making more, but she was useless.  She had no skills and she was shy and fearful of strangers.<br/><br/>She felt the shift of the tavern and so went down stairs.  Everyone here had known her for the past three months so she felt comfortable with them.  She looked at Harry and shivered.  He had always given her the creeps.  "Did we move again?" she asked?  She had gotten used to it, but every time made her heart sink further as it meant it was less and less likely that if he<strong>was</strong>still alive, it would be almost impossible for him to find her.