[color=cf5300][center]Sona Penetierre[/center][/color]
[center][color=cf5300]Location:[/color] the gate, then the tavern[/center]
[center][color=cf5300]Interactions:[/color] the gate guards, Alto (to an extent)[/center]

Footsteps can be heard, although the footsteps were not like the pounding of some sort of horde, they still filled the air. And what was making them?? none other than some sort of elf, all on her lonesome. Or so it seemed. There perched on her shoulder, she looked to some sort of tiny bird companion perched on her shoulder. [color=cf5300]"Here we are, boy..."[/color] She sighed and huffed ever so slightly as she looked around [color=cf5300]“hm…”[/color] She twiddled around with a lock of her hair before walking up to the gate and smiled at the two guard members who were rolling their eyes at her sudden appearance. They seemed to be rather fed up with their duty but she payed no heed to that.

[color=cf5300]“I was wondering if you could let me past so I can rest for the night, I am rather tired. that and I would love to offer up some entertainment for the night at the tavern personally”[/color] The fair-skinned elf mentioned as she averted their gaze to the harp that she has in her possession.

The guards weren’t most exactly impressed for her reasoning, but they let her in anyway. And she entered with such grace. [color=cf5300]“Why, thank you boys!”[/color] she waved to them as she walked by them. [color=cf5300]“Now… a tavern…”[/color] she placed her hands on her hips as she gawked around slowly. [color=cf5300]“Where could it be…?”[/color] she asked herself in a curious manner. Only walking around for a fairly few minutes before spotting it “Ah!” she grinned, of course it would be in the centre of town… it’s a tavern. Making her way towards the place, she thought to herself of all the stories and memories she would collect for her stories. Finally opening the door slowly as to make sure she didn’t disturb anything too big. [color=cf5300]“Hmm…”[/color] she bit her lower lip, she seemed to be too differently clothed for this place. But she can manage it, well, she hopes she can.

She didn’t know what to do first, but in a bid of resting her feet immediately. She sat down and sighed happily [color=cf5300]“My feet are killing me…”[/color] she whispered to herself.