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Gabriella arrived at Dusktide, a nearby town, at around midnight. She shivered as the winds howled around her as if to whine their agony. No…It wasn’t the screams of pain that the wind blows, but moans, moans of lovers in their highest peak of intimacy and behind this seductive echo there was something else. Something that rings through the loudness. It sounds like the sharp ting of silver hitting silver, rhythmic as if the backbeat to the erotic song…water.

It had been so long since Gabby had a drink or had a descent night’s rest. An inn, with its warm welcoming lights, seemed so tempting. Thus obeying her inner wishes, Gabriella entered the Inn after she tucked the picture safely into her a pocket of her cloak.

As she opened the door, a whirl of delicious smells danced and teased her nose. “A glass of your finest ale and food plus lodging for the night please!” Gabby yelled and placed a couple of coins, enough she presumes, on a counter before sitting down. She did not lower her cloak, hoping no one would notice that she isn’t old enough to drink. She needs a good glass of alcohol to dull her worries tonight.