[u][h3][center]Ana of Auroris[/center][/h3][/u]
The cold nipped at Ana's fingers. Rubbing her gloved hands together, she pushed off the outer wall of the tavern and toward the edge of town. There were a couple hours yet before dawn arrived, but she had not been able to sleep. Anxious nerves had left her tossing and turning all night, and now they knotted in her stomach. She would be leaving at dawn, with or without anyone. She had decided last night when her sleeplessness robbed her of the last of her sanity. Those scrolls were too important not to retrieve; they were her very future. Even if she died in the mountains, it would be a small price to pay for the chance to just touch those scrolls.