The bartender handed Rebecca her drink, and she turned to the half-elven warrior. "Well, I'll be off, but do look me up. I'll be buying a room for the next several days, so we'll be seeing each other again, most likely." She sauntered off, looking for a table to sit at.

The inn was doing excellent business tonight, as there didn't seem to be a single table in the whole place that was empty. [i]Guess I'm going to end up making a few new friends.[/i] The young undead glanced around for several seconds, before finding a table that had two fellow travelers already there. A young man and a woman, with a clear family resemblance. Rebecca sat down, raising her glass to the pair. "Rebecca Vazant, wandering witch. It's always a pleasure to see new faces around."