"Hey don't get mad at me!" Victoria shouted as she quickly ducked out of the shop. "It's not my fault you're life is a piece of shit!" She shouted again before watching the door slam in her face. Grumbling the elven girl pulled the hood of her cloak up around her ears and started walking. 
Victoria Ashwood had been used to the rage people would get from hearing their fortunes told, what made her feel a bit worse about it was that they were forced to keep the beautiful bouquet of flowers until they died. The normal span people had until their fortunes came true. Looking around the village square that she stood in people were giving her looks, and they were all of mixed emotion.
Some people smiled at her, others glared, it wasn't her fault that she had these visions. After a moment of thought Victoria bowed to all the villagers then turned. "I bid thee all farewell!" She cried out before lifting up the edge of her cloak running toward the edge of the town. 
Hopefully if she ran fast enough she could make it to some place warm before the chill really set into her bones. 

After what seemed like hours of running Victoria slowed down along a dirt path, well partly dirt. Where ever the girl had ended up had a fresh coating of snow along the ground. Bending over she laced her boots up tighter then pulled the cloak closer around her person. "There has got to be at-least a cave around here somewhere." She mused to herself as she pressed on. More time passed and a wind started to kick up and it was dark. Victoria was about to give up hope, when a faint orange glow took her attention off in the distance. 
Mustering up the last once of energy she had the girl took off running toward the light. As it grew brighter and brighter, so did her hopes. Skidding to a stop infront of a large Inn Victoria made her way to the door, before her fist even made contact with the wood it opened. "Welcome to the Unorthodoxy." A burly man said.