"No vacancy, sorry." The innkeeper tells you. Snarling angrily, you wonder what to do. You need a place to stay or the theives and monsters will get you!
You are stalking out of the inn when you come face to face with a tall woman. She yelps and pulls two very deadly looking clawed hands to your face.
"Who are you and why are you out so late?!" she snaps at you. As your eyes adjust to the dark, you see what she looks like...and why you didn't see her at first.
She has medium length brown hair, pulled into a low ponytail, and wore a white v-neck shirt, covered by a blue jacket. She also has dark blue jean pants which cover her black combat boots. As you look up into her eyes, you see that they are a dark brown, almost black in the night. A silver chain fell about her neck, with a blackish-purple stone on the end, A bluish-gray dragon's claw seemed to hold the stone in place.
"Well?"
You whisper your name quietly, and that you are in need of a place to stay. She growls.
"Why not at the inn?"
Suddenly, a red gloved hand lands on her shoulder. She pulls her head around to eye the newcomer.
"Jenny, calm down."
You look over and sink to your knees when you see him...Dart. The Dart. The Dart who led the Dragoons. His face falls.