Aphrodite, or rather Fay cursed under her frosty breath as she stretched her cramped limbs. It was a harsh night and Fay had to make a hasty camp against a large tree and some hard packed snow surrounding it. Fay was on the hunt again, and although she usually enjoyed this initial stage of tracking and observing, the destination of her soon to be victim just so happened to be in the heart of the Northern countries. Born into the more gentle weathers of the South, Fay was not used to the harshness and dangers the cold could bring. If it wasn't for the advice of an old man from a tavern she'd stayed at days ago, she would have frozen to death in the snow. 

The slight woman yawned then made sure her four throwing knives were still snuggly tucked away on the inside of her wide leather belt. Then she first checked her hunting knife, then her small pack of provisions. Only two strips of salted beef and a mouthful of cheese left, with no fruit and no water Fay was going to need to find a proper shelter soon, or face the near impossible task of hunting in the snow. 

As the sunlight reflected almost painfully into her eyes, Fay shouldered her sack and trudged on. The man she was to kill was a rich merchant of silks and other fine cloths. He'd recently found a new way to treat them so that darker coloured dyes did not run. It fetched him not only unimaginable wealth but also a favourable place amongst the nobles. He was also all talk and no walk with his bedroom skills. It was Fay's plan to follow him on his next business trip, "coincidentally" bump into him at a tavern, charge him a ridiculously large sum for a night of pretend passion, then slit his throat before the first crow of the cock. 

A fine plan, but only one small hiccup. Fay was lost. 

She'd lost his tracks the first night the snow hit, and ever since she'd been trying to catch up to him but to no avail. Now stuck in this God forsaken forest covered in this most unpleasant frosty powder, Fay cursed loud and colourful once more. She knew the general direction he was headed, and so decided to continue onwards in hopes of making it to his destination.

Time passed slowly, one foot after the other Fay pushed on, her toes grew numb and she could feel a tingling in her finger tips. Panic started to set in, but before it could spread like a wild fire Fay squinted against the tree line and saw the silhouette of a structure. She started to run, not caring that her sweat would freeze against her skin, until she came upon the structure. A sign read "The Unorthodoxy" appeared, and a door right under it. 

"Damn but this wood feels good..." Fay murmured to herself as she laid a hand on the heavy wooden door. With a sigh she pushed through and almost cried out as a blast of hot hair hit her face. Her expression changed then, her body language, posture and tone of voice all changed right back to that of Aphrodite, a woman of confidence and dripping sexuality. She licked her dry lips, allowing saliva to plump up the petals, before acknowledging the greetings of a dwarf. 

"I do hope this place has some suitable rooms, I'm going to require a lavender scented bath and some hot food."