She took the time to cautiously explore the inn. The shades were drawn, but outside she could tell that it was dark. She risked a slight glance through a slit and saw that the road was bare. "The city appears to be sleeping..." She sighed and her thoughts drifted momentarily to Quellë, hoping he was keeping himself out of trouble.
She moved from the window and sat down at one of the many tables. Her fingers drummed idly on the rough wood as the recent events rolled through her mind. Her arm was aching and she undid the bandage, thankful to find it healing well. She rewrapped it before pulling the black cloak about her.
She had stayed away from the dead form but her nose now could not stray from the stench. "I think we should put him in another room...he's starting to stink."
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Ad Astra Per Aspera (A rough road leads to the stars)
"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens"
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