She smelled of the forest. Pine bark and leaves. Smoke filled eyes hazily gazing around the slowly crowding tavern. Covered up by ashen fur and heavy woolen garments. Soft plumes of greyed blonde curled infront of her face. 

[center][h3][color=335566]Анна[/color][/h3]

Maybe it was worse for her as loud noises always made her uncomfortable. Such as when the door bursted open to reveal  creature in colors she had only seen on the clothing sold in stores and spilled blood. [@Varicke] Probably before the creature could spot her she was under the table once more. 

From her spot she muttered to her self some encouraging words. Peaking at the creature before revising her seat. Instantly feeling eyes upon her in which she searched the tavern for.