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Soon after the mutated griffin's entrance, the door to the tavern opened once again, and Anya Daymourn slipped in, her bare feet pattering on the floor, while she glanced at the patrons.
The little fae shivered- partly with cold, partly with fear. Here she was going to be treated more like a kid then anywhere else. 

"Hello?" came her little voice. It was shaky, but as confident as she could make it.

She stared curiously at the chatting people for a moment, before looking back down to her feet, where she noticed some blood was dribbling down her leg. She he had probably cut it climbing through a bush earlier.

"Uh- does anyone know where I could get something to cover this up? It kinda hurts.."