[justify][center][h3][i][color=skyblue]Kendra Serrana[/color][/i][/h3][/center]
A wave of relief went through Kendra's shivering form as she laid eyes on the little town. More of an outpost than anything, but it would do just fine. She needed to get a roof over her head and food in her belly. She wasn't really cut out for life in the frozen wastes just yet.

She didn't feel the same worry as she did back in her homeland; no one was going to recognize her here, especially not with her hood pulled up and her cloak wrapped fully around her. No chance of uncomfortable questions and suspicions.

Kendra's pack felt light, as did her pouch. Her coin wasn't going to last forever. The chances of someone in this small town needing an expert in magical matters seemed small, but maybe she could find some work to make a bit of easy gold before she moved on. She wasn't exactly a magical [i]expert[/i] herself, but she knew enough, and could talk well enough, to convince someone that she was.

For the moment, though, her objectives were simple: get her bearings in town, find a place to restock on her supplies, and then turn in for a room, a warm fire, and some much needed rest.

She still felt that strange, unexplainable pull to this place, the one that had drawn her away from her home, the same thing she'd felt since that dark day on the road, now months ago.[/justify]