Follow the river.

Alicia follows the river in the direction opposite of Stormdale. She clutches her sword tightly, she had never held one before but it didn't take a genius to swing the blade end at any opponents. The night air was cold, she walked quickly to let her body warm up. She walked for hours upon hours, her feet and legs ached and the cold stung her skin. Then came the rain. Heavy rain that drenched her. Her leather dress grew heavy and tiresome and Alicia felt exhausted. She felt like giving up but just as she did she saw a glimmer of hope.

She finally saw a road, and next to that road was a large wooden building. The sounds coming from inside suggested that it was a brothel like the one back in Stormdale. Moans and drunken yelling filled the night. Alicia looked nervously at the building. She had to rest, she was so tired. She had two options, both of which where extremely risky. She could either enter the brothel where she was sure to find warmth. However the drunken men inside and her **** state would be a recipe for disaster. Alternatively, she could try find shelter outside, there would be a lot less warm and comfortable, however it gave her a lower chance of being assaulted.