Julia looked upon the commotion curiously, stepping up slowly to the beaten man. “Well, that was some hit, hmm?” she pointed out with a smirk, the tip of her braid fell out from her hood as she loomed over the man. “And it isn’t even supper time yet, such a shame.” She extended a hand to the stranger, offering to help him up. Hesitant at first, he took Julia’s hand with a shaky grasp. Bracing him with her other arm, she attempted to pull him up. Weak and battered as he was, once he managed to get a foot under him and flat on the ground, the endeavor quickly rose to success. “You alright there?” she looks over him with a cautious eye as she tries to steady the man once on his feet. He nodded slowly, well, perhaps it was a nod. Though as incoherent as his response might have been, Julia took it for a nod. She scans the area for some place he can sit and rest. “Good,”, her voice is soft and comforting, “I’m sure you can find some place to sit and rest. You took quite a beating there, though you’re still standing, so it looks like you’ll be fine.”. She looks him over one last time then nods. “If you would pardon me then, I should be on my way.” 

Once more, she turns towards the tavern. Slowly stepping up to the swinging doors, she peeks in at first, hesitant to go in. The noise from inside was just a tad overwhelming. She knew it was going to be rowdy, but this was just insane. She held herself there at the door for a long moment, just observing the commotion inside, everyone was busy, she was sure they wouldn’t notice her. Slowly and carefully, Julia opened the door, and crept inside, sneaking past the crowd and inching her way over to an empty table nearby. With a cautious eye on her surroundings, she sat down. It wasn’t too long before a wench found her way over to her. “whaddle it be, miss?” the woman muttered to Julia, crouched down over the table to better hear any response. “Just a glass of whiskey please, and a room for the night, if you have.” is what she said into the wench’s ear, placing a small coin pouch on the table in front of her. 

“I only hope I have enough” Julia thought to herself, “I’ll need to pay the smithy as well in the morning. Hopefully work won’t be too hard to come by. I’ll get on that tomorrow…” she continues her thought, a small yawn slips from her mouth. The wench returns with a tall mug of whiskey and a bowl of stew. She wasn’t expecting the stew but was more than happy to slurp it up. She glanced at the door, “I wonder if that man is alright”, giggling softly, she looked around the room, “I wonder who exactly it was who gave him that beating and threw him out”. Dismissing the thought, she shrugged “from the sound of it, perhaps he got what he deserved, an interesting notion to think about, but the last thing I want to do is get involved with trouble, especially in this place”. Her thoughts were quieted once she began eating the stew, a delicious mix of spices, beef and vegetables. Oh how the whiskey went down smooth, it was much better than what she had in her flask, a taste that she had almost forgotten, and missed dearly. Any worries she had were absorbed in that meal, gods, she could eat …