<strong>PC</strong>Galacia (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=685364)<br/><strong>Location</strong>The Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Brogan, Any<br/><br/>The relative quiet of the inn was a welcome reprieve from the sights, sounds, and oppressive sunlight outside its walls. Galacia's attention briefly turns to the merchants gathered around the large hall, hopeful that the inn rarely got more traffic than what it showed now. Having merchants selling their wares where others slept and rested seemed an odd arrangement but likely was more out of necessity than anything else. The seller of books and scrolls seemed interesting enough - if only because she had always enjoyed reading - and perhaps something worth checking out when she settled in but, for now, Galacia was content with just getting a room for the evening.<br/><br/>Kraken wasn't like anything she was used to; the large cities, crowds of people, and private rooms of the mainland were far behind her now. Galacia shrugged with disappointment at the owner when she offered up the closest thing this island could provide to a private room. "That will do, I suppose." Her eyes followed the innkeepers hands as she brought the book to the counter, scanning over a few of the entries out of idle curiosity as the woman spoke. No visitors? Why would she be offen... oh. Galacia's eyes looked up toward the innkeeper wordlessly, the sorceress deciding to not even dignify the remark with a reply, her expression one of confusion as to why the innkeeper would bring something like that up. She had always made a note to make herself as unnoticeable as possible, maybe even unappealing at times with the way she dressed. Maybe prostitutes dressed differently here in Kraken? It was definitely something to keep an eye on; having men mistakenly trying to pay her for sex was the last thing she needed right now. For now, she simply took the pen offered to her in hand and gracefully signed her name on the ledger's open pages before laying a gold piece on the counter.<br/><br/>Galacia bent over and pulled her backpack back over her shoulder now that her business was done. Much like the innkeeper, she turned and studied the men walking in, recognizing them from both the ship and the lifeboat. She didn't have any business with them here or on the ship nor the desire to converse with them. Upon hearing the innkeeper's question, she looked back over her shoulder, hesitating to answer as she searched for the right way to phrase her reason for braving the ocean to come here. "Looking for something...or someone. Not really sure." Galacia shook her head and laughed nervously, mostly at her own foolishness. She should have waited, prepared more. Instead, she marched headfirst into this mess out of some sort of child-like optimism. It wasn't supposed to be like this. "Kind of dumb, huh? Sail the ocean for months, nearly die, and I barely even know why I'm here." Galacia offered the innkeeper a halfhearted smile before hanging her head and sighing to herself.<br/><br/>Figuring she had said enough, Galacia started making her way to her "room". She stopped short, however, as she nearly walked into Brogan in her haste to get out of the awkward situation she had created for herself. The same look of needing to say something that she wore on the lifeboat now crossed her face again. This time, though, she managed to wrestle a few words out. "I'm uh- I'm Galacia." The woman held her hand out for Brogan as she introduced herself. "Sorry. I probably should have introduced myself earlier but there was the whole...you know...drowning and burning thing."