[center][h2][i]Alenia the Wounded[/i][/h2]


It was night when Alenia had arrived in Draydon, this “Ruby City” as it was deemed. Having just barely avoided the sealing of the gate, she was forced to march alone through the streets of Draydon at night blindly looking for an inn of sorts. Foolish yes, beyond foolish in truth. But she was exhausted from her long journey from Waterdeep, and wanted nothing more than a hot meal, a strong drink, and a warm bed to collapse into. She had no intention of sleeping on the cold ground for another night.

She had remained vigilant as she roamed the darkened streets, shield high at her side and hand rested on her sword pommel. It was not unknown to her that Draydon had its share of cutthroats and villains that prowled the night. Particularly the new thieves guild, or so she had heard. As the shadows around her darted and loomed, she cursed her own stubbornness  as she felt she had been walking for hours with unseen eyes leering on her. And it was when she saw the flailing of a cloak in a nearby alley that Alenia began speed walking.

Frustrated, tired, and worried, she felt the urge to bang on someone’s door and ask for shelter for the night, but decided against this. She was a stranger, and armed to the teeth no less. A city plagued by miscreants would be wary of anyone like her intentions aside. Her heart soared with relief when she saw the shadowy shape of an inn and tavern sign hanging above. [i]The Foamy Crown[/i] said the sign. 

Without a moment of hesitation, Alenia entered the establishment, the squeaky door groaning at her hard shove. Stepping past a surly bouncer, her eyes took in the sight of the tavern. Despite the rather unkempt appearance, the place held a sort of homey air about it, and the fireplace and lanterns about gave it a cozy lighting. The place was rather empty, with less than a handful of patrons. The most noticeable of the lot being a rather large woman sitting alone at a table across the room, a Goliath warrior type. Alenia had encountered them in her past travels. Alenia also noticed a shadowy looking man at the bar, and rather hardy looking and well armed man having a drink alone.

No sooner had she stepped through the doorframe than a tavern wench approached her, asking if Alenia wished of anything. “Your best mead and a hot stew please. I would also like some bread and cheese, if you will.”
The tavern girl nodded and scurried away as Alenia approached the loan man. Relaxing herself, the moon elf woman asked ,”May I join you?” her pale skin reflecting in a lanterns’ light.


[@Ghost Shadow]

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