"Move it, lass, if the Sun's up, we're open, and this place can't look like this!" the pub keeper barked as his newest employee waved through the tables with a mop, trying to remove the evidence of yesterday's bar fights and overly drunk people. "I agreed to let you stay here, Tara, but you have to earn your keep!" Inside her mind, the dragon-turned-girl ran a scenario of torching the man for being so rude to her, but for now, Taraah had to swallow her pride. It did not do her good. Fortunately, she got to vent her frustration every midnight as the most uncooperative drunks needed some persuasion to leave, and her dragon strength was very handy for that, as the barkeep discovered.

How she came to be here? It was all an accident. Unexperienced in the world, Taraah found quickly humans were not as friendly as her griffin family. Once flying over their city, she found herself shot at and nearly captured. It was the first time she truly feared. She managed to land quickly, but the footsteps were coming. And all she could think of was: [i]Hide.[/i] And then it happened. HEr untamed magic changed her, and she found herself looking like one of her pursuers. With her gift of Tongues, she managed to steer them on the wrong path, but dared not to continue.

Having nowhere to go, she attempted to hunt for herself. But despite keeping her original strength in this form, she had no luck. Eventually, half dead from starvation, she found her way into the village. Stumbling into the locale, she collapsed. That was a week ago. The villagers cared for her, nursed her back to life, and she felt like she was in their debt. Hence, she found herself a way to help.

As the morning was coming and first guests started to arrive for a glass before they headed for their business, a scream pierced the otherwise silent village.