Cindrana looked around the tavern with misgivings. She'd sent a messenger, a male one, to the clans. Better to let them know what was going on here before the clans came north to sell their horses. Clan Ackbar were among the greatest of the horse breeders of the desert sands. She knew they'd dislike this new pox on the land. Of course, she reminded herself as she kept her mask and hood up, she was stuck here. She couldn't return home for fear of bringing this accursed plague upon her clan. Till a cure was found, she was trapped up North.<br/><br/>Wrinkling her nose, she sat down at the table and motioned for a drink and food using handsigns since it was clear the cat-woman couldn't respond back in a proper tongue.