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There was no avoiding the heavy drops falling from the heavens, especially as night settled over the city. Cursing under her breath the farrier pulled the narrow collar of her button-down shirt closer to her neck in a woeful attempt to stay dry. The rain began in earnest now, the clouds collecting in the dark sky to cover both moons.
No cloak. No rain boots. And to top it off - she was no where near the smithy or her home. She was on the other side of the damn city and irritably unfamiliar with these roads, especially in the dark.
"The last time I play Oren's errand-girl," she muttered to herself as she glanced down the dark street. She had a very general idea of her location and how she arrived here but it was becoming increasingly clear she was lost for specifics. And hungry. It'd been some time since she ate, having briefly stuffed her face with bread between scutwork and shoeing some hours ago. Ignoring the rumble from her belly Seren paused to take stock of her options.
The dim glow of a lantern caught her attention only a block down. In the waning light she discerned a wooden sign denoting a business. With its lantern still lit she figured it was either a pub or an inn - both of which would do well to wait out the rain. The soles of her calfskin boots sloshed through the swiftly growing puddles as she made her way to the establishment on the empty street. If it was a pub it was certainly tucked away, likely a local spot given the quiet street.
One hand gripped the faded satchel's strap over one shoulder, the other pulled the nondescript door open, spilling a narrow column of light into the dark wet street. Slipping through the door and letting it close behind her Seren raised brown eyes to survey the place. She wasn't soaked but certainly left no question to those within of the state of the weather. Draping the soggy brunette braid over her shoulder the farrier proceeded into the small tavern, then wiping her hands on moist tan britches and hoping for a place to sit.
There was no avoiding the heavy drops falling from the heavens, especially as night settled over the city. Cursing under her breath the farrier pulled the narrow collar of her button-down shirt closer to her neck in a woeful attempt to stay dry. The rain began in earnest now, the clouds collecting in the dark sky to cover both moons.
No cloak. No rain boots. And to top it off - she was no where near the smithy or her home. She was on the other side of the damn city and irritably unfamiliar with these roads, especially in the dark.
"The last time I play Oren's errand-girl," she muttered to herself as she glanced down the dark street. She had a very general idea of her location and how she arrived here but it was becoming increasingly clear she was lost for specifics. And hungry. It'd been some time since she ate, having briefly stuffed her face with bread between scutwork and shoeing some hours ago. Ignoring the rumble from her belly Seren paused to take stock of her options.
The dim glow of a lantern caught her attention only a block down. In the waning light she discerned a wooden sign denoting a business. With its lantern still lit she figured it was either a pub or an inn - both of which would do well to wait out the rain. The soles of her calfskin boots sloshed through the swiftly growing puddles as she made her way to the establishment on the empty street. If it was a pub it was certainly tucked away, likely a local spot given the quiet street.
One hand gripped the faded satchel's strap over one shoulder, the other pulled the nondescript door open, spilling a narrow column of light into the dark wet street. Slipping through the door and letting it close behind her Seren raised brown eyes to survey the place. She wasn't soaked but certainly left no question to those within of the state of the weather. Draping the soggy brunette braid over her shoulder the farrier proceeded into the small tavern, then wiping her hands on moist tan britches and hoping for a place to sit.
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