Snippet #1573801

Dawn sat outside of the inn in Sadar, her arms and legs crossed. She had come to this town two nights before, sleeping in a room in the inn. The sunrise found her outside of the inn, sitting still and silent; she only moved to switch her legs or go back in the inn for food and drink. The natives of the town and other patrons of the inn were giving her a wide birth, whispering about her eyes and ears. She ignored these, keeping her ears tuned for anything spoken about what she was in search for. So far nothing had popped up, the most that the town natives talked about was her. The most the patrons talked about was travel, beer, and her. This town was useless for information. She would have to go on to the next one, and hopefully find out more. For now though she was content with sitting there, watching as the people passed her by.