| Time passed- within the shadowy confines of the tavern it was difficult to say how long, precisely.
Then the door rocked open with a bang, and a tall woman pushed her way into the place backwards, moving with assurance. Hardly even looking around the room, she unslung her heavy satchel and almost casually tossed it to rest beside an empty table- in the same motion she drew the huge sword from its sheath across her back. Her angular face was set in a furious snarl as she took a ready stance facing the door, as if waiting for a host of foes to rush in.
Nothing followed her. After a few heartbeats, she risked aquick glance around the room. Another moment passed, and she moved back to the doorway, sword still ready. She peered out into the street, but whatever had been behind her was gone now. With a sharp shake of her head, she moved back through the room to where she had thrown her gear- leaning the sword against the wall, she took the chair facing the door. "I, Reveka called Scrapescale, have returned to this place- richer, but more confused. I would have a drink once more before another strange task requires my sword," she called to Brews. | 
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