Victoria glances over at the man who has just walked into the Inn. He seems to be in a hurry and she wonders why the hell he's in such a hurry to be in a place like this. Her vision is blurry and she begins to think that she has had too much to drink. She sits in a corner of the Inn, shadow covering her body with only the reflection of the lights above in her eyes visible to others. She is confused, lonely, and curious as to where she is and how she got here three days ago. She is tired from having not slept and her bones are aching from sitting in the same spot for so long, for she hasn't stood up since she sat here. She doesn't want others to see her, to know what she looks like. Only the owner is aware of her looks but tells nobody, and instinctively brings her a drink every now and then. A cold chill runs up her spine as a gush of wind comes from the nothingness outside, making her let out a low grunt. Her only hope is that nobody heard her.