Aza walked into the lobby, she had been wondering around the grounds of the inn. She had walked had needed some time to think. In over 2000 years of life she has never had a friend that lived as long as she had. Many of them had been killed and she hadn't made many friends since then. Sure she had talked to people but never actually befriended them. She had developed a a severe case of talking to herself. She walked to the counter and grabbed a new key because her ditzyness caused her to losing hers.