Someone had heeded her call, and she listened with slight disinterest as someone welcomed the group to the 'Hallows Inn'. An inn, huh? Seda turned her head side to side, listening for the clopping of horse shoes or the sound of store bells or even a large sound of chit chat in the distance, but there was none. This was just a large, open area holding an inn. It seemed somewhat... Odd. The murmurs died as the girl continued on, giving instructions and reassuring everyone that they would be well taken care of. What a sweet voice, Seda thought thickly, perhaps it was an act. No one could be THIS nice. It was hard to tell, however, and honestly Seda didn't care to find out. Eventually, Rosalinda, the girl, was silent once again, and Seda shifted from one foot to the other as she felt eyes and a presence slowly come towards her. She blanked her face and straightened slightly, trying to seem as blind as ever. An arm linked with her's and she felt a slight tug as the girl dragged her forward.

 "I'll help you inside! You don't need to worry about that! If you need help finding your way around, just call my name and I'll be there!"

... How queer. This woman seemed overly kind, but at the same time it didn't feel like an act. Perhaps mother was wrong, perhaps there were decent people on this earth. A soft smile parted her lips but was then gone, replaced by an emotionless look. Underfoot, grass was squished, and her boots which were still wet and muddy from her journey in the 'maddening forest' squelched loudly. Beside her was a warm person, someone soft and gentle. The arm linked with her's was firm but easy to cling to, and Seda whispered a small 'thank you' as they quickly approached the strong smelling Inn.

The smell of smoke was soon overbearing, and then she heard a creak and then warmth cloaked her. Was she finally inside, under a roof? After all those hours, days, or months of living in the wilderness. Rosalinda pulled her across the wooden floor which clopped with a comfortable firmness beneath Seda's feet until they stopped in front of what felt to be a counter. People surrounded her, but none seemed to recognize her as a thief just yet. Probably thanks to the hood. Seda slowly felt the arm retract from her side and Rosalinda spoke quickly to the presence, a man perhaps, behind the counter before vanishing all together. Sudden consciousness on how she appeared gnawed at her head and she straightened, pulling the cloak around her tattered-feeling and muddy clothes. She pulled down the hood slowly, nervously, and allowed her semi-dry hair to nearly shield her face instead. Her hands slowly reached up to grip the head of her walking cane, eyes staring just above the head of the Innkeeper named Lazarus.

"No need to worry too much..." she spoke with a tight voice, gray eyes boring into the wall behind the man, "If you could just lead me to my room, I'll be set."