The scent reached her long before the building did. Warm bread. Sweet fruit. Something sugary Nyx couldn't quite name. She stopped in the middle of the path, the oversized hood hiding most of her face as her nose twitched beneath its shadow. Her grip on the plain wooden staff loosened ever so slightly while another breeze carried the aroma toward her. 

"...Sweet..."

It was barely more than a whisper. Her stomach answered with a quiet growl. Whatever destination she had intended to reach had instantly become secondary. Slowly, almost as though entranced, the small girl shuffled toward the enormous tavern, every step guided less by sight than by smell.

As she rounded the corner, another figure came into view. A girl hovered outside one of the windows, hands pressed against the glass as she peered inside with obvious curiosity.

Nyx paused. Her head tilted. Does she also sweets? But if the other person is here for sweets, it might finish quickly. She started running as fast as she could into the Tavern her little legs stumbling along with her clumsily. She must, at all costs, get to the sweets first. 

She reached for the tavern doors, they were massive, and heavier than expected, forcing her to lean her tiny frame against until it creaked open just enough to squeeze through. A wave of warmness hits her first, and then the mouth watering scents. Her eyes light up.

The little mage stood there. Completely oblivious to the conversations filling the room as her hidden eyes searched with laser-like focus for the source of the irresistible sweetness. Any adventurers, quests, or looming dangers the tavern held would simply have to wait until she found whatever smelled that good.