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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Artur Hawkwing" data-source="post: 5587207" data-attributes="member: 50177">Audra returns at some point, dressed in a more traditional traveling outfit, carrying a slightly dirty roll of cloth beneath her arm. Pressed atop that pile are her equally as dirty sandals. She enters through the door and, as last time, stops for a moment to take in the 'lay of the land' so to speak. A smile bends the corner of her mouth as she spots all the men gathering in the area of her companions. Shifting her bundle, she heads upstairs, deciding that perhaps after some meditation she might return down stairs for a drink. Or she might even just be good until morning. She weaves her way through the crowd, dodging a drunken citizen here or there, eventually finding her way to her room. her old clothes and sandals are neatly placed into the backpack she left there earlier. This she sets back on the floor and then settles herself onto the floor, legs crossed before her. After a couple of deep, relaxing breaths, she places her hands, palm down on her knees, arms relaxed, eyes closed. She begins the process of getting her mind cleared and begins to meditate.[ooc]Nearly said she begins to medicate. Anyway, do we each have our own room, is it a large common room (well, our masked friend might need his own space...heeheehee) or are we, say sharing like, 3 rooms or something? Unless we're just going to fast forward to the following morning[/ooc]</blockquote>