[Everdawn]

The noise of the inn was what awoke Sírabel Delone from her unexpected slumber that morning. Not knowing that she had fallen asleep the previous night, she jerked her head upwards, many strands of burgundy ahir fell across her eyes.

Yauning she sat up taking in the morning atmosphere and leant her face against her hand. Sírabel then felt the familliar feeling of a chalk like substance on her fingertips. It was the remanants of the pastel. The young Woman looked down at the landscape which she had been painting the night before to discover a smudge made by her face. Hastily she removed the colours from her face.

As her eyes accustomed to the new day she felt her stomach as though it were about to cave in. "That is not good, either im diying or im very hungry." she decided that the latter was the more likely as she was sure that no one had slipped her poison during the last night.

Quietly with her moneybag she made her way once more to the bar.