Kit came into Brightvale with her heavy cloak wrapped tight around her. She had only just arrived, and it was unlikely that any bookstores or apothecaries would be open this late at night. No choice but to find a place to stay and try asking around in the morning.<br/><br/>The half-elf bruskly swung open the door to the Gangreen inn, the wind and cold outside pressurizing the door. With both hands she closed the door and dusted the snow off of her fur boots onto the welcome mat.<br/><br/>The Arcane Trickster huffed a sigh of relief and pulled her fur-trimmed hood down, letting her straw blonde hair free. Just then the door slammed open and Kit darted off to the side, making way for a rather boisterous half-elf strolling in and demanding a drink. Kit sighed and skulked up to the bar soon after.<br/><br/>She walked up to the bar, raising a finger in one hand and pushing up her glasses in the other, "Good sir, is there-" Mabli's own exclaimation cut her off, rendering the half-elf quite mute for a few long seconds before she continued, "Good sir..." She waited some more, just in case someone else wanted to interrupt her, "Perchance you have a room available?"<br/><br/>The rogue was dressed in an oversized green cloak, fur-trimmed and dusted with snow, much of her attire beneath was obscure- but judging from her pale, slender hands as she pulled off her fur-trimmed gloves, Kit was rather waifish under all those layers.<br/><br/>She reached into her coinpurse and plucked out a piece of silver, "And perhaps... a rumor or two?" She gave an uneasy grin, sliding the coin across the bar with the awkwardness of a girl who didn't spend much time outside of libraries or dungeons.