She lay on the low cot and stared up at the ceiling, her eyes running over the same patterns in the flaking paint that they had for the last half hour. A soft skitter caught her attention, but she did not turn her head to confirm what kind of bug it was that had passed over the floor. Drawing in a deep breath, she let it out in a long sigh, her hand reflexively moving to run over the dagger in her belt. Having found that the best course of action was to lie low until the night crowd arrived, she had asked for a cheap room and from the looks of it, she was likely paying more than what it was worth. The room was only big enough for one small cot, a chest of drawers and a rickety chair. But it had a window that faced out towards the back of the tavern. While it was nice to see who was coming in, it was more to her interest to be able to slip out unseen if the need arose, especially given the unwanted attention she had received earlier. But more important, the room was cheap. Low in funds she could not afford to get a more comfortable room. Letting out another long sigh she hoped that she would be able to find something soon, not wanting to resort to having to steal again, especially seeing as she had no contacts in this town to sell what she had stolen to.<br/><br/>Lost in her own thoughts of how to find someone to hire her, she did not at first notice how the color on the ceiling started to grow from a dirty yellow to a warm golden color. It was only when it started to redden a little that she realised that the sun was soon setting and that the evening crowd would be arriving soon. Twisting she threw her legs over the side of the cot, wincing as it creaked loudly and quickly stood. Smoothing her long silvery hair back with both hands, she pulled up the hood and took the two steps to the door. Locking the flimsy door with her key, she walked briskly to the end of the corridor and headed back down the stairs to the main room. Finding a seat at an empty table in the corner, she ordered a stew and small ale. Though not particularly hungry, sitting there without any food or drink would have garnered too much attention.<br/><br/>As she lifted the spoon of steaming stew to her lips, her eyes followed the man and the woman entering. From the way they dressed she guessed that they were trackers. Blowing slowly on the spoonful of stew she dismissed them for now. The noisy group and the cleric were just as quickly dismissed, nothing about them giving her any inclination to think that they might have a job for her. It was not until the two men entered that her interest was piqued. Slowly returning the spoon to the bowl, her eyes took in as much in about them as she could, noting the expensive look of their robes and their immaculate grooming. There was no question that they had money, but would they be in need to hire someone? Still not convinced, she picked up her cup of ale and took a small sip, trying to keep an eye on the men without openly staring at them.