The lonly figure looked at the sign of the inn with much relief, it would be the first stop she had had for a long time now and despite her maddening drive to carry on new her trail was almost cold.
A young hobbit pushed passed her to get into the room beyond the door which she blocked. This caused her to break from her thoughts, and concentrate on the sounds coming within. Slowly she opend the door and entered, not many had been watching the door but she smiled lightly to herslef as she saw there suprise at a elf dressed so like a ranger, but she quickly banished the smile and went back to been aleart, if she wasn't alert she was dead.
She had managed to order her drink and find a relativly quiet corner in the warm glow of a fire and finally take in her surrondings. THe entire expance of this place was laughter wether quiet or loud it was happiness that filled the atmosphere, sitting back she wondered how long it had been since she had been happy or laughed for that matter did she still know how.
Absently she played with the hilt of her sword while she felt her bow resting gently against her leg where she had placed it, she allowed her long black hair to fall and leave her face in shadow, only her green eyes apeared active but in them held a deep wound that may never be healed, she allowed herself to wonder what she would do if one of these joyous peole came over and tried to spread there hapiness with her what would she tell them. The answer came easily she would tell them what she had told many in every inn, in every town she would merely be known as Huntress an enigma to these happy people.
Thats if fate would alow her to remain an enigma this time.
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