[Rochelle]

She remained seated, using what was left of the water in her canteen to work out the dirt on her boots. She'd remember to fill it back up before she departed once more. Her blades needed cleaning, but she would wait until she was by her lonesome to do anything of the sort. People got nervous real easy these days.

She bought a meager meal of bread and cheese from the innkeeper, and downed them heartily. She was hungry and that was a fact. She leaned back upon finishing, then went to stand. Quellë hated to be stabled, and she wouldn't make him stay there longer then necessary.

She tucked the stray strand of blonde back underneath her hood before moving to exit the inn. The sunlight was bold and she ducked her head, enabling to the hood to help shade her eyes. She made way to the stables and smirked when she heard adament squeals of distaste and bad temper. An occassional knock of hoof against wood was to be expected. She entered the dimly lit stable and placed a hand upon the stallions muzzle. Immediately calming him down, excluding the snort of disapproval that soon followed.