[centre][b][h1][color=ec008c]Myra[/color][/h1][/b]
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[b]interacting with[/b] Alexander [@Crono], Sombra [@Vicier]
[b]Location[/b]Callie Lenson’s Inn[/centre]

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Walking into the inn was harder than Myra thought that it would be, to say the least. She reached for the door handle, knowing that Callie didn’t generally lock the inn up, something that even a year ago had baffled Myra, until learning that she was apart of the supernatural world. Which only served to inspire more respect for her, not that Callie even seemed aware of it. She pulled the door open, clicking her fingers to prevent Arlo from running straight into the room, a frightening meow resounding through the entrance way, the result of the tiny ginger kitten now skirting under a cabinet. 

Not really important at the moment. Myra waited for something to happen, but it seemed that Callie wasn’t really fussed about letting her in, for she was sure that the woman knew she had been waiting to go in. She glanced about, searching for either Sombra or James. Neither were in sight. She suspected that James had run off somewhere, which was just as well. This was something best done between family. 

Myra stepped further into the inn, still looking about, but the inn hadn’t changed that much since the last time Myra had been inside it, not that she expected it to. She listened, but the place seemed to be relatively empty. Recalling where she had seen Sombra in the window, Myra started towards the stairs, making a note as she saw that the place did look a little disheveled, and wondered if there had been some disturbance here, and if she should be worried. 

Worry paled in comparison to anger. 

She stalked up the stairs, stopping after a moment, and sighing, she went to retrieve Arlo, the puppy having some difficulty with the stairs. One might think that carrying a puppy with anger might diminish said anger, but with Myra, it enhanced it. When she was up the stairs, she set the puppy back down, who began to explore everything nearby, sniffing at doors, almost a little carefully. Perhaps there had been another dog here. Or maybe something else. Likely Zoè. Or someone like her. 

Leaving the puppy to his own devices, Myra walked towards the door that belong to the room she suspected Sombra was in. Still no sign of James. She couldn’t believe, even now, that Sombra had anything to do with him. She paused a moment, before continuing down the hall.