Samia headed towards the inn; the sign said The Elf's Dagger. It had a pair of elven daggers crossed over on the sign that the wind **** back and forth, screeching.
There were a couple of benches outside, but it was too cold and wet for anyone to sit on them right now.
She got inside, taking her hood down and looking around. It was so quiet compared to the last place, it was was getting a little late though. She tried to keep a low profile, avoiding the bar and sitting at a table in the corner. The innkeeper glanced at her, but paid her no mind, for now.
She sat in the inn, penniless, looking around for a man to fuck and share a bed with again. It was a quiet night though, maybe she’d arrived too late.
She sat in the inn, penniless, looking around for a man to fuck and share a bed with again. It was a quiet night though, maybe she’d arrived too late. There were only a pair of married couples. Maybe that was something she might have to resort to.
