“Oh, Kit! This looks wonderfully cozy!” Rosaria spoke gleefully to her lynx companion who sniffed cautiously on the ground toward the door, something inside made the large cat salivate. “You know the rules, not sure if you’d be allowed inside. Remember the children you scared in the last inn? There’s plenty of forest around here for you, go on.” The wood elf patted the lynx’s head.

Staring at the door momentarily, Kit huffed and ran off toward the brush.

Pulling a rogue twig out of her ash brown hair and throwing it aside, Rosaria swung open the doors with a large smile and plopped herself down on a table close to the other patrons, putting aside her trusted bow, which looked as though it’d seen better days.

“I could sure go for a warm plate of potatoes and eggs! Maybe even a cheeky morning ale!” She grinned toward the keep.