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It was mid day by the time Zara finally reached Sadar. Her white hair clung to her face, and her cloak was wrapped tightly around her. She kept her hood up and her head low., She normally caught stares. Her appearance was abnormal, but the rumors that followed her were what really brought her unwanted attention.

“Draco Dawn's daughter,”

“She was there when he died,”

“What do you think she is after?”

“What happened? I heard she was such a sweet girl,”

The whispers followed her like a plague. Head down, eyes on her feet, she walked toward the Inn. It was always the best place for information, especially the kind she needed. She slunked in the doors,stealthily, quietly, doing her very best not to be noticed. She took a table in the corner and listened hard to the busy conversations around her.

“Can you believe it! Four more deaths In Gilly-Ford last week. That is over ten deaths in this are in a month, I’m starting to think they're related.” The conversation was interesting, but not what she was looking for.

“There was another sighting of those strange creatures over in Noman. They say their burning, smouldering wherever they go, leaving a trail of fire and ash.” She smiled, but again, not what she needed. She shifted her focus again. A bar-main came over to her table.

“What can I get for you lass?” she asked with a smile. Zara dropped a few coins on the table.

“Is that enough for a hot meal and a drink?” Zara asked. The maid scooped up the coins.

“I'll see what I can do. “ and with that she was off.

“...studying the stone of desires” That was it! Damn it all, she had been distracted by her stomach. The conversation was happening at a table not far from her. She made her way over to the table.

“I don't mean to be rude,” She gave them her best seductive smile, “but I happened to over hear something about the stone of desires,” The man looked her over steadily, he was deciding if she was beautiful or terrifying, with that sweet smile he decided the latter.

“What's it to you lass?” he asked.

“I just like a good story is all.”

“It's not much of a story darling, just some old coot over in Brookinghiem, apparently he's been studying the damned thing. A load of crock if you ask me. That old wise tale has been the down fall to many a good man. It's a wild goose chase.” Zara let the man ramble on. She knew it wasn't a wise tale. And for her sake, It couldn't be. She thanked the man for his story, went back to her table and and decided to leave that night after a good meal and a nap in a bed.