[brim]

Newalme led Brim by the hand into the crowded inn. He Carefully avoided the occupants and sat down in a realatively empty corner. He smiled as his friend's empty pool like eyes met his. It was almost like she could actually see his sandy blonde hair.

Brim took her seat gingerly. She had gotten quite used to her seat being pulled from under her by now. Brim's muscles ached from the long Journey she had taken a break from. As she felt for her book ,with various bumps and spaces instead of words, she brushed against the handle of one of her infamous thowing knives.

Newalme had always wondered how I could hit my target. brim thought to herself smiling. It was simple really her hearing and judgment was better so all she would have to do is wait for her enemy to advance on her. She sighed and pulled out the book begining to read.