A petite blonde woman sat at the bar of the Crossroads Inn, nursing a flagon of ale. Her bright blue eyes rested on the wooden flagon. It'd been a stressful few days, and the drink, or drinks rather, she was on her third cup, were doing her nerves good. She ran her fingers through her curls and sighed. Waiting around was such boring business, and patience wasn't exactly her strong suit. She took a long swig of the ale and smiled slightly. It was bitter, but she felt the warmth in her stomach growing with every sip. She lowered the flagon back to the bar, being careful not to spill any on the navy blue tunic she had been so careful to keep clean. She tapped the heel of her boot against the side of the bar stool, her legs weren't long enough to reach the floor. Just as the boredom was beginning to overcome her, she noticed a woman approaching the bar. She looked her over. Her clothing appeared to be some sort of uniform, though it was difficult to determine her origins with a once-over. Maybe the newcomer would be able to give some information, all she'd heard were rumors, and most of them didn't seem particularly reliable. She turned towards the dark haired girl with a smile. "Rough night?" The blonde woman spoke with a warm, welcoming voice, but it had a bit of a foreign accent.