Takua
Takua surveyed the modest inn for a few moments before entering. It seemed entirely too wholesome for it's own good. Still, there would be ale, and hopefully a room to rent.
The common room was crowded. Takua tugged her black cloak close around her. She hated crowds. And, of course, all the useful shadowy corners were occupied. A scowl twisted her thin, pale face. What seats were even left?
She finally dropped down at the one unoccupied table in the room, along the wall and adjacent a table occupied by two men. One seemed to be a ranger, the other a tall man all in black. They didn't appear to notice her presence, however, and Takua just leaned back with her legs stretched out under the table.
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