It seemed as soon as she got to her room, she would make sure her pack was put away -out of sight and out of mind. After all the place looked “safe” enough, still as she left the room to join family for dinner she could not help but feel a pull at the back of her mind. A pull that made her gut turn and twist, the fear of “it” being stolen from her almost sickening. Still, she would do her best to brush such thoughts aside. She would not be long after all, and no one knew of what resting bundled up in the worn and well traveled blanket in her pack. A soft smile pulling at her lips as she left the room and made sure the door was locked behind her.<br/><br/>At dinner she did her best to be friendly, even if thoughts pulled at the back of her mind, conversation being made with the family when she could. Question answered, and tells told…though no all of them were completely true to a point. After all, some things were best left unanswered, and some truths untold.<br/><br/>At the tavern, she would do best to get some work done. Drinks bought for both herself and any patron who’s conversation she wanted to join. She curiously asked about the spread of the war to the north, seeing such a open topic the best way to get herself into more personal conversations. Soon touching on the topic of how the hunts where going, and once locals became comfortable and open around the new comer she would question the rumors of demons that roam the forest.<br/><br/>Yet, even if talk was plentiful and both the companionship and tavern warm she could not help but feel a cold chill run threw her body. Worry always finding its way into her mind, often making her mind wonder back to the item in her room. And once she got the information she needed, she would bit those around her a good night and head back to her room.