Pushing the doors open, the short girl entered the tavern. Her eyes kept focused on where the light was guiding her, walking along past the burly, drinking men and slim, attractive waitresses. Like a hound following a trail, she shuffled under tables and past chairs, trying to reach her objective as soon as possible. She was staring down at her hands when it suddenly happened; A light thud knocked her to the ground, sending her small, magical item towards the feet of the two individuals in front of her. She gritted her fangs momentarily, looking up at who was responsible. Then, suddenly, her anger faded.

And was replaced with fear.

"I... I..." She mumbled, trembling. It was [i]HIM[/i], the so-called 'Hero' that had slayed her father. She found herself terrified; Why was he HERE? What were the odds that same hero would be where her husband was? She knew he at least wouldn't know who she was; She was hidden during the battle, but, she witnessed the act. Her face was burned into her mind forever. And, as much as she wanted him dead in that moment, she realized she stood no chance in a room filled with people who had weapons.

For the moment, she was but a nervous mess on the ground, a kid staring at who most considered a legend; And... The boy standing next to him. Whoever the hell that was.