After some time, Karin found an inn, though it was quite...er, well seasoned? 

Scratch that, this place was gross. Grosser than the entire platoon after a full day of fighting. Or maybe she was just more used to that. 
Either way, a place with this much...character...would probably have a good rate, at least. She walked up the counter and asked about rooms. Surely enough, the rate wasn't that bad, though the smell of the place had her convinced that it could be lower. Too tired to argue, though, she payed for a room and took the key for it, keeping her responses to the questions posed by the innkeeper brief. She knew that she looked a little young to be traveling on her own, but she couldn't exactly help that. Besides, she was technically 18, there were way younger travelers. 

Ordering a bowl of stew, she sat down at a far table, away from where she thought anybody would be looking. As much as she enjoyed socializing, she really didn't feel like it tonight. Of course, it never seemed to go all that well anymore, anyway. Why bother with it? 
Eventually, more people began filing in through the doors. Sailors, already half drunk, it seemed. Karin kept her head down and her hood up, hoping to avoid attention; she was very well aware of how she would likely appear to them. She'd already had to stab some people in one of the last towns over it. 
Looking up, she could see one sailor leaving with a cloaked figure. Seeing as this figure didn't resist, she decided that this was one of those girls who actually came to places like this for that kind of interaction. Whatever, not her problem. 

The guy who suddenly just fell over her table, however, now he was a problem. 

Karin let a look of distaste contort her facial features as the drunk man looked up at her with a sloppy grin. "Why, hello, there. Who's this?" Karin sighed as she heard the man's slurs, hand going to her belt for her trusty weapon. This guy was going to have to take a nap real soon.