<div class="floatright">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/932/079/large/hicham-habchi-jhk3.jpg?1467416492)</div>Sifri thought it was proper that she was in Fishers Row for this meeting. From what she could tell it was a proper fishing town, much like the one she used to live in before the dragon decided to make an example of it to keep the surrounding villiges in line. It was good luck to start in a place that reminded her of home, that reminded her of why she fought, and reminded her that she was angry.<br/><br/>Aside from the dragon, another thing that was putting her in a foul mood was the rain. The cloak that Sifri had gotten was barely helping, so when she marched into the Inn she was soaked with a sour look on her face. She became slightly more pleasant once she'd taken off her cloak, shaken the rain off her boots, and started to dry offand she managed to force a smile to the barmaid and said "I'll have the Martin's Shaken Ale." when asked what she wanted.<br/><br/>Following Freya to the table she gave the pair of elves there a nod and had herself a seat, taking the mug before her and drinking a long sip that emptied the tankard by half. She looked across the table at her companions in silence for a moment, unsure if she was supposed to say something. Clandestine meetings weren't exactly her area of expertise. She settled on introducing herself. "Sifri Hazecloud."