There was a cold, dank feel to the room that Tierney had woken up in - the atmosphere made her shiver with curiosity and fear. Her dry mouth parted as a shaky breath left her mouth. Tierney took note to the firearm laid in the holster around her upper thigh. As her feet swung off of the side of the bed, she ran her index finger daintily along the engravings at the barrel of the gun. She placed it to the side. A rather large (or it had seemed so due to her own size) ax sat, leaning up against a bed quite like the one Tierney was sitting on now. Her tongue grazed across her chapped lips as she boosted herself off, making her way towards the weapon. It was clearly lighter than it looked - however, she concluded that there'd need to be some muscle put into swinging the thing around. As her hand touched the weapons base, her mind flashed to the time before she had woken up. . . She remembers a man, an older man leaned over her with a holey grin. The words he spoke, she could not remember though, she knew what was happening - a transfusion. Another shiver went through her body as she placed the ax into the baron holster at her hip. "Alright. . ." she whispered to herself as she once more, glanced about the place. Though her voice sounded rather content, Tierney felt nothing but anxiety and a tingling fear. The one thing that was keeping her preoccupied, was the flickering flame of a lantern that was mounted onto the wall. The way that the flames had lapped up at the air thirstily had almost put the girl in a trance. Slowly, and with drunken steps, Tierney had slowly made her way towards the door at the other side of the room, reaching for the two handles. Her brow furrowed as she felt like her body refused to carry out the action, she then got a strange feeling. Tierney didn't want to leave and somewhere, in the back of her mind, she was told to wait there. And that's what she did. Perched up on the low window-sill, she waited. And waited. . .