The cool air of the wintry town meant little for the towering figure approaching the gates, wearing little more than a thin linen outfit which the icy winds swept and struggled to peel from her blue tinted skin. Flurries of snow glanced by unheeded, stirred by the winds which swept down from the mountain overlooking the town and up from the deep ravine which cut it in half. It was obvious even to a barbarian that the division between the poor and wealthy was made physical with this ravine, with the poor huddling in ramshackle hovels and pubs on the closer side, and across a stone bridge guarded by jealous tolls lay the well built manors of the upper class on the other side.<br/><br/>There were hints of a palisade that had once existed on the nearer poor half, but the rotting timbers had long since fallen apart and been all but buried beneath the oppressive snow which coated everything, and with none daring to spend time outside in these windswept conditions none noted the tall woman stepping over them. They had all retreated into their homes and pubs, and only the shivering guards at the bridge in the center of town might have spotted her, that is if they had not been so focused on keeping a sputtering fire alight. Those guards would almost certainly protest to an outsider trying to cross even despite their need to focus on warmth, but the more well built homes and the higher quality inn might afford more opportunities to one looking for profitable work if the bridge's guards might be swayed in some manner. Then again, they might not be so bold as to try and stop such an imposing figure as Kanan...<br/><br/>Alternatively two small pubs on the poor side beckoned, one being slightly larger and bearing a faded sign reading<em>The Drunken Dancer</em>, whilst the other had earned the name<em>Booze and Brawls</em>. Light from under their doors indicated both were in operation, and even above the whistle of the wind the shouts of men and women alike could be heard faintly.