A slender figure slid quietly into the inn, glancing around nervously. Her hood was up, covering her face, and she kept her black cloak drawn tightly around her.
The inn was busy, so almost no one noticed her enter. She breathed a sigh of relief for that, and seated herself in an isolated corner.
And she had hoped to meet few on this journey....
[ January 10, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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