A woman approached the city gates, her clothes torn and her body bruised she stood with a certain melancholic energy as the guards approached her. "State your business, outsider!", the guard commanded. The woman raised her head without a word before taking a few steps towards the gates. The guards in turn unsheathed their swords upon her approach, the very guard from before quickly approached her and placed his hand firmly on her shoulder. Still in silence she looked at his hand before grabbing it and twisting his arm behind his back, she held one of her daggers to his throat before finally speaking, "I'm not in the mood to deal with your stupidity! Now open the damn gates and we won't have a problem!" the guard she had held hostage nervously gestured for his men to lower their arms and he managed to let out the words, "O-open the gates!". Within moments the gates flung open and the woman removed her dagger from the guards neck and spun him away with a grin. As she walked away from the guards and towards the city she heard one of them ask, "who is she?" the woman stopped and turned her head to face them answering, "Name' Varri, and oh if you don't mind let's keep our little meeting between us. Or who knows I might just pay you all another visit, alright?" Varri didn't wait to see their reply, they got the message. 

Entering the city Varri only had one thought on her mind, a drink and a warm bed. She had been traveling for months and finally arrived at the city the last thing on her mind was sightseeing. She happened upon an inn and once inside made her way to the counter. "Barkeep!", she called out over the sounds of the busy inn. The barkeeper walked over but his face looked as if he was insulted by her presence. Before Varri could speak he cut her off, "This ain't a charity, unless ya got coin get outta here!" Varri slowly moved her hand for her dagger but stopped herself. If she's learned anything a fight in a busy inn tavern was the last thing she'd want to do in her condition. She held her hands up as she started for the door, "Alright, alright I'll go somewhere else. Hopefully someplace without as many rats" 

"Wait!", the barkeep shouted. Varri let out a devious smirk, she had him right where she wanted him. Turning around to face him asking, "What, I was just leaving!" 

"What are you getting at girl?", the barkeeper's face was red with anger but he controlled himself for the moment.

"Rats! The place is crawling with them. It'd be a shame if your customers found out about it, I hear infestations destroy businesses", Varri simply stood their with her eyes slowly moving around the room almost carefree. The bartender quickly handed her a tankard full of wine which Varri accepted but not before asking, "House reserve?" to which the barkeep hurriedly shook his head in agreement. Varri chugged the entire tankard before slamming the empty tankard on the counter. She hadn't had a good drink in days. "And how much for a room, my friend?", she grinned as she looked up to the bartender who at this point was miserable upon realizing his current situation, "It's free...for our best customer as long as you need it" Varri's smug expression only intensified as she headed upstairs to her room. Upon entering it she found it to be quite a catch. A more than comfortable bed as well as a desk by the window to work long nights on her plans. A fireplace to warm the nights during the winter. And her own dining table she made sure to remind herself to have the inn keeper bring her meals to her room. Varri could see herself staying here for awhile, oh the money she'll make here. But first, rest as she collapsed into her bed and falling asleep almost immediately.