She went to the bar, telling the innkeeper what was happening. All he did was shrug, which brought a glint of anger to Halisstra's eyes as she walked out of the tavern with the two hulking figures. Her steps plodding and slow, unlike her light footed quick steps of before. She lead them down the street to the edge of the villiage. Near several larger barnlike buildings that were set back  against a thickly wooded hill.. Her place was tucked in behind them, hidden from most angles and hard to spot from the front.<br/><br/>Inside her house was neat and clean.The ceiling was high and clean.  A banked fire burns in the fireplace. Two doors lead to the bedroom and a spare room that had a loom set up in it. The mainroom did duty as a kitchen, living and dining room. All in all, a very pleasant place to live. For a single human woman. Halisstra shook off their hands and strode to the fireplace. Stirring the banked fire to a brighter blaze, she lit the candles and lamps on the walls and hanging from the ceiling with a splint of wood.<br/><br/>Then she wipes at her eyes and dropped the illusion she'd been keeping up for so long. Letting them see her body. Her long brown/red hair in it's thick braid. Her fine boned face was shown off nicely by the pale lightly freckled skin and large brown eyes. Her linen gown was tight to her torso, full at the hips and falling to her feet. Hiding her slim figure. Except for the corset that pushed up her small breasts. She clenched her hands in the apron that covered the front of her skirts.<br/><br/>"What now?", she asks quietly in the silence.<br/><br/>