After the ground had finished shaking, Panne had resumed walking on her current path. A building appeared in the distance, one that appeared as though it was a hotel, or an inn. She could see that lights were on and visible through the windows. She moved through the elegant streets, but kept her wits about her. Being around humans was enough to warrant wariness for her. She came upon said building, and gripped the metallic handle on the towering door. It opened with a flourish, and she stepped inside. The flooring was wooden, and the lighting gentle, but not yet dim. 

Various other figures, some appearing stranger than others, were around and about. The taguel woman closed the door behind her, posture stiff and wary.