Melisa landed outside of the inn and folded back her wings to disguise them into decoration of her dress before sighing tiredly as she looked around, "Finally... sign of civilization.... where the hell am I anyway...." Truth to be told, the winged elf had been flying for days with no specific direction in mind. The main cause however was simply that she had zero sense of direction... and she had been reading her map upside down half the time. By the time she realized it, she had already lost her way too much to actually able to pin point anything.<br/><br/>She pushed the door of the inn but somehow the wooden doesn't so much as budge. She tried it severe more times, even kicking and hitting it with her bishop staff did nothing to help. She checked for signs, wondering if the place was closed yet finding none though the sound from the other side told her that it should be doing business. Tired and hungry, the blonde was close to snapping as she pointed her bishop staff toward the offending door, "Fine, you want it the hard way... so be it.... Magic Arr...."<br/><br/>The winged elf didn't manage to fire her magic as suddenly the door swing with great force... OUTWARD and slammed her straight on her face, sending her reeling back. As she rubbed her abused face, she saw several men walked out of the inn and looking at her. One of them spoke to her, "You okay missy? What are you doing standing outside the door anyway?"<br/><br/>Melisa looked at the man and blushed as she stammered, "Umm... no, nothing. Sorry, I was just... umm... I GOTTA GO!!" She literally ran pass the men and slammed the door behind her before walking briskly toward one of the table and plopped herself on the chair with her face so red that she almost looked like a ripe tomato with blonde hair.