Delicious smells wafting through the air were successfully making Branna’s mouth water as she headed into one of the restaurant and temporary lodging districts, dinner and the beginning of Mary making spilling out of open doorways and tempting passerby‘s to come inside with both sites and smells. Living off of trail rations and whatever she could hunt up for herself for the last several weeks, everything she was presented with was a temptation. Baked goods, cakes, roasted meats, all of them looked like the most delicious thing she had ever laid eyes on. Biting at her tongue and doing her best to ignore the growling in her stomach, Branna pressed on towards her destination, resolving to get herself some dinner when she stopped in.

“If i’m not careful, I’m going to spend every last coin in my purse,” she sighed, averting her gaze from an arrangement of fruit filled cakes displayed beautifully in one of the window she was passing by.

There was a sense of real relief when the [I]Griffin’s Wing[/I] finally came into view, the two-story edifice warm and inviting with an open Front door and windows aglow with fire light. Sighing audibly, Branna slid from Storm’s saddle and led the stallion around back, passing him off to a stable worker and handing over a few copper coins to get her horse a proper rub down and some oats along with his hay. At last, with a feeling of anticipation, she hurried back around to the front of the inn, important items stowed away in her pack from her saddlebags.

Warm stew and bread scented air almost immediately enveloped Branna as she stepped through the front door, provoking a fresh wave of saliva in her mouth. She grinned to herself automatically, thinking that Stanley’s wife Harriet must be in charge of kitchen duties for the evening before she felt as if someone were watching her. Automatically, her bright blue gaze swept over the common room, almost instantly settling on a bear of a man sitting alone at one of the tables and taking up his fair share of room and then some. He was watching her, or at least the front door where she happened to be. She offered him a quick quizzical smile before hurrying across to the counter at the back of the room where she could see Stanley‘s balding head poking over a few of the other patrons.

“Well well, if it isn’t Branna of the Wilds, Come back to civilization to grace us with her presence,” Stanley boomed as soon as he caught sight of her, offering her a genial pat on her shoulder. “What can I do for you lass?”

“Evening Stan,” Branna shouted back over the noise of the crowd. “I’ll take some of your stew and bread, especially of Harriet is in the kitchen. And I also need a room for the night. After things settle down, I’ve also got some questions.“

Stanley raised his eyebrows, but smiled understandingly nevertheless. She was always in here asking questions after all. “Will do. Find yourself a seat and I’ll have One of the girls bring you your food.“

“Thank you,” Branna called back, waving One of her hands as she turned away from the counter and scanned the available space. After a moment, she shrugged to herself. Why not? He was certainly intriguing enough, and she had always had a problem with curiosity. Weaving her way through the tables, the raven haired woman made her way towards the man she had spotted earlier, coming to a stop across the table from him and offering another smile. “Mind if I sit here? I don’t bite, promise.“