<div class="floatright">(http://s11.postimg.org/3oj9afi43/rsz_12741693.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Lyndall: 0 Demon Power</span></div></div><br/>Seated at an inn's lobby proper, there was a lone woman who kept to herself, a half-empty cup of tea in one hand as she watched and listened to the others in her vicinity. Lyn had already been here awhile--not just the tea, but the inn itself, and already it was nearing the ideal time for her to move on. Idle too long and she'd stop being a guest, and become a regular--and that usually meant someone would get to asking a question or two. And when those didn't get answers, more questions would come with a bit more...distrust. It was all a hassle she did not need. Thusly, she would choose not to draw attention to herself.<br/><br/>Still, those calm eyes flitted to focus on the occasional man across the inn as she sipped. Not settling long enough to declare interest in anyone. Her interest, for now, was looking into this fire demon she'd been hearing about. Finishing off her tea, she adjusted the light leathers of her outfit and set to asking around about the now-rival demon's incursions, but with a care to make her approaches nonchalant, and to choose her words wisely with those who could become suspicious. Trying to play it off as curiosity or gossip, when she truly sought to take the demon down...like any other of her kin, she wanted power. Woe unto those who opposed Lyn on that path.