Hael headed towards the inn she planned on retiring in for the night. She had been hoping to find the inn before sundown, but unfortunately it had taken a longer time for her to finish her business than she had expected. She'd been bartering with a butcher about selling her fresh game, but the man had not been very fair. Still, Hael had pressed for the price and received fair pay. It was enough to cover her meals and room payments for a while, which was satisfying to Hael.

A commotion up ahead turned her attention to a nearby pub. She watched as a man ran from a pub, was apprehended, and narrowly escaped. This thief irritated Hael. How could someone who obviously does not work to be able to eat and drink be allowed to escape so easily? She worked hard to survive as she traveled the isles, so a thief like this was an insult. With a swift flick of her wrist, the wind that the thief had been using to aid in his escape was suddenly pushed by a stronger gust of wind. This wind aimed to overcome his and send him falling back to the authorities watching him in anger.