3 gold pieces, for Valera. (Main Storyline)

You shuffle through your purse, and pull out 3 gold coins. You set them in front of him.

He nods, grinning slightly. “You sure?”

You stare at him.

“Gotta be honest, that one’s as likely to stab you in your sleep for askin as she is to accept your offer.” He grins.

You chuckle. “I’ll keep an eye peeled.”

You head over to your room, looking briefly to the side. Behind the bar and rows of drink barrels, you note 2 sets of stairs. One obviously goes into a basement, and the other, probably, to some lofts on the upper floor. You turn your head back towards your room, and open the door.

The room is larger than expected, with stone walls and sturdy wood flooring like the rest of the tavern. A good sized bed sits on the opposite end of the room, adorned with a plush wolf pelt, an unlit fireplace to the right, and a dresser on the left. Much nicer than you would have expected, especially at a village as far off the map as this one. You take off your cloak and hang it up to finish drying, and check the dresser. It is empty, so you help yourself, unfastening your blades from your waist and placing them and their scabbards in the lower drawer.

You feel a draft from the chimney, so you step over to the fireplace to get a fire going using the available flint and kindling. Warmth and illumination quickly fill the room as your fire starts, and you step back over to the dresser and disrobe, save for your bottom layer of linens. You walk over to to the bed and dim the lanterns on either side. The room takes on an eerie glow.

You find it exceedingly relaxing and you fall onto the bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to the rain. Your eyes wander, studying the room. You note, thankfully, that there are no windows.

The relaxation takes you, and you drift off to sleep.

A burning sensation stirs you from your sleep, and your eyes flicker open at the discomfort. “What the f...” you freeze.

A silver knife is pressed against your throat. You look up, following the long slender arm to it’s source. Valera looks at you intently.

“Who, what are you?” She asks, glaring at you.

Fuck. Idiot, you left the door unlocked.

“Well?” She asks again.

You stare into her eyes, as your neck quietly sizzles, burning from the silver.

“Lena is quite taken by you. She, literally, can not stop talking about you. It is excruciatingly annoying.” She pauses.

“And I... am also oddly drawn to you... part of me wants to give myself to you right now...”

The knife presses harder against your throat, causing you even more discomfort as your neck feels like it is on fire.

“So I ask again, who and what, are you?”