<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2mRsgJL.jpg)</div>Krysia gazed upon the scenic mountain vista for a bit, only to notice the burned tower. Arson, war...perhaps dragonfire? Probably not the last, given the rarity of such beasts. And if there was a war, it probably ended some time ago, for folk seemed to be going about their daily lives again.<br/><br/>Already she missed Kaer Latner. The life was monotonous at times, but it was one of the few places in the realms she could be among like-minded folk who truly understood her burden. She particularly remembered Nial, one of the few men who could truly please her. He knew the contours of a woman's body better than many inexperienced braggarts who cared only for their own pleasure, and he always seemed to have a new and interesting story to relay to her of past exploits. It would be lonely, but ever did Krysia push forward; someday they would meet again, whether at Kaer Latner or somewhere along the road.<br/><br/>Making her way to the High Inn, the pair of longswords stuck out by the hilts around the side of her black cape. She carried a coin pouch on a belt at her front, so that any thieves would have to either come for the front or reach around where she could easily see, and the bandolier of vials slung across her shoulder and torso would mark her occupation to those with a modicum of knowledge. It was quite busy; she hoped there were still some rooms available. Krysia did not like the idea of camping out in the wilderness when one had a warm fire and roof as an option.<br/><br/>But on the off chance no rooms where available, she had some other ideas...