"I swear, I have money, just... give me a second to find it--"
"You've had more than enough time. No money, no room."
And with that, the door to the inn slammed shut in the redheaded Elf's face. Not as distraught as one might expect, Wella was used to things like this, and slumped down with her bag, leaning against the wall next to the door.
"Of all.... the rotten.... goddamn...." Wella muttered to herself, hands traveling through pack and pockets alike in search of gold that she was sure she had stashed away.... and being met with a hole in her left pocket as an answer. "Great." she said simply, to no one in particular. "Just... great."
Hands coming to prop up her chin, Wella groaned in frustration. Old Erasmus, her bastard former mentor, had cursed her long ago over a spilled bit of fine on what was probably not even that expensive of a spell book! At the very least, he seemed able to cast curses just fine without it, because ever since that day she'd had terrible luck, just like the wizard swore she would. And even though it'd been a while since then, it could still get her down sometimes. Case in point, the hole in her pocket. Definitely not the worst damage her clothes had endured, but it'd cost her some much needed gold pieces and a comfortable night's rest.
The location wasn't too bad though. She was going to need to find a place to eat and sleep, one way or another, so it was a shame she didn't really have time to take things in, but she really did like this...
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