By the time Della reached the latest town in her long string of wanderings, it was nearing night-fall. She was exhausted and her feet felt as though they had been bewitched to feel like lead. Hoping for a quiet stay in a tavern room before leaving in the morning for another day of trekking - her usual routine - she pushed the loose strands of her red hair back under her hood, to make sure she looked entirely non-descript before setting off down the lane leading into the town. 

Shouts echoed in the distance and a spike of alarm shot through her. Had she stumbled across a dispute or some town revolt? Startled, she slowed her pace. The streets seemed a little busier than usual but the atmosphere didn't feel hostile. More...in anticipation of something. Excitement.
Now she was closer, she could make out words within the shouting. [i]Adventurers wanted! The Crown in need of heroes! Calling all brave souls to the City of Light! Big rewards![/i] She frowned, before shaking her head. It was probably a ruse - a few thieves attempting to recruit a few hapless souls to do their dirty work. Nothing she would want to get mixed up in. She caught sight of a tavern, set back away from the crowds with a open door, beckoning to the weary with the promise of a hearty drink and a rest. Beckoning to her.

She weaved her way over to it, ignoring the crowds and keeping her gaze fixed firmly down. First rule of not being noticed; don't ever make eye contact with anyone. She reached the tavern - not one of the worst places she'd seen in her time - and scurried inside. It was pleasant enough, with a cosy open fire adding a certain warmth to the room, irresistible to travellers in her position. Sighing, she took a seat at the shadowed end of the bar and waited for the barman, who was currently caught up in an animated conversation. 

Her eyes roamed around the room and found themselves reading a small poster with the official Liaryn seal adorning it, stuck up crookedly by the bar. Her eyes widened as they flew through each word. So it wasn't just a ruse. Maybe this was just what she needed; a free ticket into the central city! A ticket to the finest magic-wielders in all of Liaryn (for, surely, that was where they must be). A ticket to what she'd been searching for, all this time...