Having purchased a ride on a supply wagon-- a ride that comes with its share of jolts and bumps, no doubt-- Dara emits a soft gasp of soreness when she hops down to the hard-packed road into town.  She surveys the town's structures from this distance, wondering idly if they have any capability of defense if the monsters that they fear do, in fact, exist.  She's no tactician, certainly, but it doesn't look to her like they would stand much of a chance against roaming demons of the night... so, for their sake, they'd best hope that their fears are exaggerated.<br/><br/>The thought of the innoccent victims of strange kidnappings and assaults still stirs a spark of pity in her... not because those taken might suffer and die, she supposes, though her tutelage of the Raven Queen has yet to fully harden her heart, but because the thought of being made so useless and frail distresses her.  Regardless... the call from this village should be answered.  It would be an excellent opportunity for the young mage to test herself, to bolster her abilities... to learn new secrets and, if lucky, live to study them for meaning.<br/><br/>Crows circle the town, stark silhouettes against the stone-gray sky.  "You'll get your chance," she says aloud, though clearly not loud enough for them to hear, and walks into town with her satchel loose on her lower back and her cloak streaming.  Each stride exposes her long leather boots up to the knee-pads, with just a wink of pale skin above them sometimes.  The noonday shadows within her hood cover all but half her ivory-skinned face.  She walks purposefully to what she supposes must be the center of town, to where the courthouse must be.<br/><br/>She hopes she won't have to ask directions, because she dislikes speaking to mundane people... pious, quiet, boring mundanes... cows among wolves.  Not that she hates them, really... she's just happier when they're not around.  Perhaps this adventure will draw some<i>interesting</i>folk...