[h1][color=Green] Ilium [/color][/h1]

[color=Green] [i] COLD COLD COLD!!! GODS WHY IS IT SO COLD![/i] [/color]
 Ilium thought to herself as she traversed the cold town. She had no clue it was this cold up here, so the rumors were true... An endless winter. She clutched her cloak tight, a wolf's fur over her back and a satchel bag at her side next to her machete's handle, The jingle of jars inside. Her delivery of herbs from the far south wouldn't be for nothing. A promise of silver beyond any local gig... Maybe she can make some money up here and bring it back to her town to the south. The economy there would be more then happy with new income. 

 She saw the door to an inn and tavern, a perfect place to stop and warm up. Warm the outside with heat and fire, and inside with yummy ale. She opened the door and gave a loud sigh of pleasure without meaning too.

 [color=green] "Gods yes! Warmth!" [/color] She noticed her sigh of pleasure was semi moan like and realized the full room full of tension.
[color=Green] "Oops... Sorry..." [/color] She quietly took a seat and put her hood up to cover her face, now colored with slight embarrassment... Truly this weather made her act different then her native woods.