Mindra sweated in her leather armor as she approached the Sawtooth Inn. Looking everywhere, she slowed before entering. Seeing no one about outside she stepped in and without pause moved to a table close by the door. Choosing a chair with its back to the wall, she put down her pack and started to casually shake herself dry as her eyes surreptitiously scanned the room and her ears strained for any sound of trouble.
No sign of a crone, she thought to herself as she sized up all the current occupants of the inn.
Finally she pulled off her travel-worn cloak, revealing her face, and took a seat. She made no move to call for the innkeep, but just waited for someone to come to her.
No sign of a crone, she thought to herself as she sized up all the current occupants of the inn.
Finally she pulled off her travel-worn cloak, revealing her face, and took a seat. She made no move to call for the innkeep, but just waited for someone to come to her.