Asianne had been the last to finally enter the inn seeking refuge from the less than favorable weather. Every bit of her clothing clung to her skin, or to her gear. Her pale white eyes had taken in the scene before her from beneath the dripping hem of her cloak's hood before she had finally pushed it back. Her richly tanned skin, which made her pale eyes look more exotic or creepy depending on how you looked at it, shone with the moisture that clung to all of them. Her blonde, almost white, hair stuck to her neck and cheeks in a mess of strands. Despite being drenched, the fire light of the room still revealed a faint silver sheen to her hair, as though someone had put strands of silver there.  With a soft sigh, she had began stripping off her wet things, save for her under clothes. She chose to join the others that had decided to take a blanket and sit by the fire.<br/><br/>In the morning, she dressed into her dry clothes and though her armor was still a bit damp, Asianne took the time to put it on. It would not do well for all the moisture to shrink and warp the leather so it would no longer fit properly. As she was in the habbit of doing, she checked all of her gear before going to breakfast. At the table with the others, having opted for the simpler breakfast, her brow furrowed at the fast talking merchant.<br/><br/>"Is there something else you want us to do?" Asianne's voice was low as though she might be afraid to wake something up that noone wanted woken up.