[center][h1][color=9D858D]Sloan "Rowen" Warrington[/color][/h1][/center][hr] After watching the spectacle that was the hunter trying to procure a place to sleep she ordered another drink, sitting down at the table that he had been at and ignoring the occasional odd glance in her direction. It was a new sort of attention, but one that she really didn't care about considering she was now so much closer than she had been in a very long time. Her mind lingered on the possibility of what they may or may not find. As dark as her thoughts grew, she couldn't shake the foolish hope that had been rekindled. Rowen wasn't expecting to find her sister alive. But the small portion of her still wanted to believe that she was still alive. When her drink was finished she headed off to bed. Doing her best to stifle all of the thoughts inside her head she tried to fall asleep. Thankfully, it came quicker than it had in a long time. The next morning she woke early and put all her armor back on and making sure that her sword was securely strapped on. When everything was packed neatly she went downstairs, a bit more apprehensive than she had been the night before.