Reign stood hesitantly on the doorstep, absently fingering the fraying edge of her cloak. It was dark green, to match her eyes, and the soft evening sun gilded the hem with rich gold.
The girl straightened her skinny shoulders as she came to a decision. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her chin stepped quietly through the inn doorway.
It took a moment for Reign’s eyes to adjust to the dim light of the common room. The heavy scent of smoke filled her nostrils, mixed with the welcome smell of food. Reign leaned up against the wall, and surveyed her new surroundings with interest.
The room was filled with creatures of all sorts. Some she recognized, like the men and dwarves. She thought could vaguely remember having seen an elf when she was a very little girl, but she only knew them by their height and delicately pointed ears.
There were also many that she had never seen before, like the strange but friendly-looking little people there seemed to be an abundance of.
Reign brushed a strand of pale hair from the corner of her mouth, and removed her hood, revealing her narrow, white face. No one had even looked up as she came in. Reign didn’t mind. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself.
She slipped quietly into the crowd in search of the innkeeper.
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