[Beruthiel]

A woman dressed in grey rode up on a beautiful white mare. From afar her robes seemed simple and yet when looked at closely, intricate embroidery covered the material. Her hair was long and dark and glistened in the moonlight. She was not one that would be called fair but she had strength and courage which shone through her eyes.

The Green Dragon inn was up the path and she continued to ride towards it. She tied her horse near the entrance, not sure where she should put her. She pushed open the door nervously and was surprised by the variety of people inside. She walked up to the bar and asked for a drink. She was alone in a strange place and felt very out of place, hopefully she would find some one to talk to.