Alicia found the morning beautiful. Despite the rain and mist and fog and general gloominess of this particular morning, she still loved it. She was in full daydream mode. The few people around her and morphed into blurs and blobs as she walked past them on bare feet. She had taken off her traveling sandals and put them in her pack just so she could walk barefoot in the mist. Her pristine white hair was almost sparkly with wetness. She wore a blank expression on her face and her mouth lolled open slightly as she strode through the grey and winding streets. She didn't even know what she was thinking about. Alicia was several layers deep in her own thoughts about her current situation. The first layer had been about her first impression of this new town and it was half-finished being thought through like a meal sitting on a table half eaten. Thinking about that had led her to stop eating her thought-meal and open a book about her first impression about the new hold she had entered a few days past. That was her second layer. Though, as with all of her thought-layers she had soon tired of that one and become distracted with another; where she was going in this particular hold. So she set down that thought-book, leaving it open and freely flipping between pages as her consciousness drifted around in her own mind, examining small trinkets and humming to itself. 

All the while people shot odd looks at the beautiful yet dreamy girl walking barefoot on an overcast morning dressed in a mixture of upper class and strange wanderer's attire. However, dreaminess cannot fight off the weather (except in rare cases involving Alicia, Leylines, and magic) and so Alicia shivered in the cold and back into reality. Her small nose was red with cold and her clothes were sticky with dampness. Her consciousness was in shambles, the shiver was like an icy hand that had pierced its way into her mind and forcefully pulled her back into reality. She sucked in some breath and took a look around. An inn. A Blacksmith, Some houses. She turned on the heels of her feet, observing what was on either side of the road in which she was currently standing in the middle of. A bakery. A closed shop. No wait a clothing shop. Another house. None of this was any use to her- Except, wait wasn't there an inn? She whirled around on her bare feet and faced the inn. [i]The Weary Woolhorn[/i] it welcomed. How droll. She parted one of the doors and entered as quietly as possible. It looked....much like a regular tavern. There was a soft tune being played and idle conversation drifted through the atmosphere. Her eyes saw past all the distractions and straight towards the goal: The corner table. Well not quite the corner table. Two men had already taken that from her, but she would settle for the next one over. Alicia glided through the inn and sat at the table and immediately began fiddling with the small candle at the centre. Finally she settled on it being at the other edge of the table. With that out of the way, she took off her pack and set it on the chair next to her, then she laid her staff so the top was across her lap and the bottom was across her pack. Truthfully she hadn't thought this far ahead. She was still half thinking this was a dream and that she was still out being rained on in the road. Food? Rumours? What to do...