She had long grown use to the odd looks others often gave her when she came to a new area or place. To those that often stared to long she would return their stare with a light smile and nod -more often then not the greeting would be returned and the two parties would go along their ways. Slowly she would find herself making her way to the small inn so she could stable her horse and get a room. After all a nights rest would do her good before heading out in the early morning on foot to find if the rumors of the demon where true.<br/><br/>Once she had her mare secured, she unlatched her pack from the saddle and started to head in. But something pulled at the back of her mind, making her look over her shoulder and at the chest still strapped to the side of her horse. For a moment it seemed like she fought war deep within herself, only to make her way back to the chest. Opening it slowly, she took a long look around before removing the skull and set it on top -within- her pack…quickly covering it with a light blanket before securing her pack once more. The war within seeming to be settled the half-elf finally made her way into the inn to pay for a room. Maybe after that she would head to the tavern to find information on her so called demon and maybe new about the war.