Sana looked down from the rafter to Hugh as he pointed to her, hearing him claim her once again as his own; she could not help but smile brightly at him and wink. “Damn straight I am,” she said proudly. “Now hurry up and get your ass back here,” she added before turning her attention to her surroundings. Some still had not made their way into the tavern and she had no idea what was going on outside. It made her worry but she had a job to do and that was to hold her ground and make sure the group that was headed to the catacombs had an exit. That group included Hugh and she would be damned if she left anything through. 

	Reaching into her bag she pulled out her rope and secured it to her waist for quick access, she had an idea if things went south. It wouldn’t kill anything but it may buy her sometime until they returned. Atros had volunteered to stay behind and she was grateful for that. At least she wouldn’t be completely alone and he had proven useful in their travels so far. “Okay Atros, looks like it is us and the odd ball screaming about the forth wall,” she said as she gestured towards Das. He had always been an odd one, so she let it go. 

	Suddenly, a figure ran through the door of the tavern. A slightly out of breath woman with dark hair that flowed to her waist, bright blue eyes and very pale skin. She was dressed in a long black skirt that seemed to flow with each step she took of its own accord, a fitted corset cinched tight and some rather high heeled boots that only could be seen when she ran. Around her waist was an apron and in her hand she held an iron pan that smelt of blueberries. “Shit, wrong way,” she said before turning on her heels and running out the tavern, vanishing as quickly as she had appeared.

	“What the hell was that?” Sana exclaimed confused by the whole scene and then suddenly she realized she had a bad craving for blueberry cobbler.