Rozalia was getting impatient.

From when she had arrived at Ivarstead, the villagers had warned her against going up the mountain alone. What with the wolves, the snow, the treacherous slippery steps - and of course, the dragons - they assumed it was suicide going up there. But countless other had arrived at Ivarstead, staying in the same inn she made a beeline for. And they were all searching for the same thing.
[i]Dovehfeyn.[/i]
Her breath swirling out in a mist, only to be blown away by the winds, Rozalia continued her way towards the inn, pushing open the door and stepping into the warmth. A few glances came her way, but she was overlooked, as usual. She smiled to herself. Well, that just made collecting coin for a bed and food much easier.
Dipping her hands into various different pockets for 1 or two septims, she found this easier to work with. In a crowd filled with like-minded people, she wasn't going to risk lifting much from one person.