Ariah and Reeve

The inn was quite a bit larger than the outside of the building elluded to the casual passer-by, the air was heavy with a sweet pungent odor, . A dozen tables littered the common room, most of them occupied by locals with a couple seating obvious travelers by their garb. A heavy ironwood U-shaped bar filled almost a third of room, ending with a door into the kitchen on one side, and a wooden staircase leading …showed first 75 words of 753 total…

…showed last 75 words of 753 total…with long stretches of solitude and brief moments of dire peril, being around others was reassuring. Ariah watched the exchange at the bar with mild interest as she folded her brown traveling cloak over her arm and placed it at an empty table near the door. She sat down without noise and waved a passing wench off with a smile, guaging her moment to intervene as she had seen this played out countless times before.