[center][h3][i][color=skyblue]Kendra Serrana[/color][/i][/h3][/center]
The young half-elf woman wasn't sure she'd ever get used to the smells. Kendra came from the city, and certainly the city could smell, but with enough time and repetition of the same routine she could adapt. The experience of being on the road, being in the wild, confronting new sights and sounds and smells constantly... it was all a bit unpleasant.

But a little unpleasantness was a small price to pay for continued living.

If there was one thing she excelled at, it was putting on a face, not letting the many cracks in her armor show. She did so as she entered the mead hall, not surprised to find that it was where the majority of people in this little outpost came to warm themselves as the day went on. She exhaled a quiet sigh of relief as the warmth washed over her, and she pulled back her hood, revealing shoulder length and straight dark brown hair. Her leather gloved hands withdrew beneath her cloak again as she crossed her arms, observing the scene inside. A quiet and peaceful table seemed unlikely given the modest size of this place, but perhaps she could at least find decent company to spend a meal with.

A queue seemed to be forming for the barkeep, so Kendra joined it, coming to a quiet stop behind a devilkin, visibly armed. Most people were out here, so she paid him little mind. Tieflings were hardly the strangest thing to see on a frontier like this. Kendra instead focused on the conversation happening at the bar, or perhaps anything else that caught her ear nearby.

[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/22108][color=skyblue]Perception check? 13.[/color][/url]