[center][color=335566][h2]Анна[/h2][/color]

She emerged from a desolate corner of the tavern, striking up, startled by her prolonged period spent napping but also by her location. She last remembered falling asleep under the cover of a large Willow, but emerging from under her coat inside of the tavern was not a possibility she thought useful. The young lass had spent years outside of the tavern's walls between her last visit, and in turn, she had grown both physically and mentally stronger. The plains she was stuck upon did not house her normal set of creatures, but she had instead befriended larger beasts with long tufts of fur and curled horns of which she had no name for and traveled with them where ever they had gone. 

Growing accustomed to her the tavern, no longer fascinated by its very presence but an acceptance of her reality, she made her way towards the bar, pulling a smaller tied bag from around her waist and dropping it down in front of whom she believed to be the tender of the establishment at the moment. [@Dark Light]

" Jabukovača drink, please." [/center]