Ilyssa follows the morbid trail down the hallway, letting the information sink in. She lingers by the bloody word a bit longer, trying to place where she had heard it before. A few minutes pass with no sudden revelations, and the winged girl shrugs it off. Heading back into her room, she watches the guards escort an armoured someone out the building before pulling out one of her bags. Unzipping it, she pulls out the bottom, revealing a rather sizeable amount of coins in a pouch. Pocketing her earnings, she checked to make sure her knives were still on her before leaving the room.

 Back on the street, she wandered past a couple stores, searching for one that perhaps had a map, or perhaps a book of the town’s history. She would even have been fine with another innkeeper, alive, preferably. Someone who could help explain a bit of this madness she had somehow came into.