You walk up the near empty street with a bounce in your step. Death, whenever it came to claim you completely, always excited you when you beat it, once again.
You enter the Inn and see Lily eating a heel of bread, her long golden blonde hair flowing free about her shoulders, cascading down her back in a waterfall of curls. Shyntar is nowhere to be seen.
You close in on her, breathing in the scent of her life. She starts when you touch her hair. She turns around and stands, her green eyes darkening slightly as she looks at you.
"When do we leave?" She asks, her voice soft and sweet. You have no idea what her strength is but you comfort yourself with the fact that you could always sample her charms.
"Soon. Where is Shyntar?" You ask and her eyes widen slightly. She looks about but you know he is not in the room.
"I do not know." She says.
"Ah, well, we wait then." You say as you pull the chair back for her in an obvious show of chilvary. She looks about her one more time before she sits and begins eating once more.
You take the chair opposite of her and wave the serving wench over. "Ale." You say and she heads off to fulfill your request. You won't pay for this ale, you decide, since the last time almost got you killed.
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