The night had fallen clear, the stars winking with untold mischief were as bright as the glint of sun across unsteady water. The lamps had just been lit and they danced sleepily from their holders like birds just stirring from sleep. Under on the lamps stood a strange girl watching the fire with a strange expression. There was a kind of intensity with which she stared at the flame that was almost uncomfortable for those passersby's, who happened to look her way, to witness as though there was something not quite right. But then, there were few who could talk with Raenah without noticing that there was something distinctly off with her. A wildness, the cold reserve of a predator mixed with the restless alertness of prey thrown together in an odd mix. Living in the wild will do that to a person.
After a while Raenah suddenly blinked and turned to look somewhere off to her right, like a dog only just roused from sleep by some interesting noise. For another few moments she stared off to her right before she moved off with a sudden jerk. Her pace was fast, though smooth, causing the subtle wind to catch the corners of her heavy cloak. Thick beaver and mink hide parted to revel her worn and patched pants, a pair of slipper like leather shoes and a rather new woven shirt. If one had started examining her from the bottom up the appearance of the woven shirt was a little off putting, even with the coarsely woven fiber belt wrapped snugly around her midriff it didn't quite fit. But, Raenah didn't appeared to be bothered with how she dressed, or how she looked for that matter, as her hair was a frizzy mess pulled back into a loose ponytail and tied with a small strip of raw hide.
As she weaved and dodged her way through the crowd, sticking to the edges to avoid the thickest part of the crowd, Raenah could be seem occationally directing her gaze upwards her eyes searching. In her mind she kept on repeating the directions that had been given to her by a kindly farmer.
"White sign, maid with green dress." she recalled once again as her eyes passed over yet another hanging sign for a tavern. She had been told that the name of the inn would be painted under the design, but, having never learned to read this was not very helpful, so for now she relied on the sign's description. Thankfully, the sign was bigger than she had expected and it matched the description exactly.
Carefully she traced her way closer, her steps becoming shorter more clipped, and her shoulders hunching over as though she expected trouble. As a general rule Raenah avoided bars, taverns, and inns, any place where to many people crowded together to make a general din. Indeed as she approached the door she hesitated as she stepped upon the door frame. But, she was not given to much time to debate her own reserves as there were several people behind her and she was all but forced through the door way. But, even once inside her manner was that of a feral dog who had wandered into a house looking for scraps and was afraid of being hit or kicked out the door. Looking around quickly she saw an opening and dodged forward with fast jerking movements. Though the bar was just about full up there were a few open spots left, one of which was a seat nestled into the corner formed where the bar met the wall. It was right next to a group of people who looked to be gathering, an odd bunch including a couple halflings, a wizard and a fully armored knight. Being so close to a group was not ideal for Raenah but, she would tolerate it so long as she could keep her seat saftly tucked into the corner.