[h3]Selestra[/h3]
In response to the elderly man's invitation, Selestra made her way over towards the fire and took her seat, the lyre she held emanating a soft melody as delicate fingers expertly plucked its strings. The tune ceased abruptly, however, when he spoke again, curious to know more about the inn's current occupants. She listened intently as the other two spoke first, instinctively playing with a lock of her jet-black hair as she did so. The first seemed to be a lost vampire, and the other did not give much information. These companions were as good as any for the time being, she supposed.

She glanced around at them with a light smile as she started to speak. "It's a pleasure, gentlemen. I've been a wanderer for as long as I can remember. I once thought that I had found a place to call home, but it was not to be. Who knows what the future holds? Perhaps I'm never to find one..."

She lowered her eyes, her smile fading for a moment at such a thought, but returning when a woman appeared with a tray. She reached for a flask, addressing and thanking the elderly but sturdy-looking woman.