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Zara sat her own table, awaiting her food when a young girl made her way to her table. Immediately on alert, Zara's body tensed. “There you are!” Zara flinched as the girl grabbed her shoulder. She didn't know this girl at all. There wasn't even a faint resemblance, who was this girl and why was she looking for her. It was lucky for this girl that Zara was wearing her cloak or her skin would burn the stranger's hand.

[/i] “This way, I want to show you how big Xannah has gotten!”[/i] She began to lead Zara out of the inn. She followed, but cautiously. Once they were out of ear shot, she turned on the girl.

“Who are you? What do you want with me?” She asked, holding her blood stone encrusted dagger to the girl's throat. She was going to give this girl a chance, and if she proved a threat she would end her here and now. Nothing could stand in her way. She had abandoned all her sentimental feelings long ago.

Suddenly the commotion sounded from the town around her, giving this stranger one last glare, she sheathed her dagger in the side of her boot. Something more important was afoot.

“We will speak later,” She told the girl. It was command, not a promise. With those words said she turned to explore the landscape around her. She didn't get involved, these townspeople were not her concern. As long as the skeletons caused her no harm she would not get in their way. She watched as their master left.

"You get in my way again and I will kill you where you stand and raise your bodies up again to have you kill your families". The man rode off with the villager who had told her about the old man in Brookinghiem. This she could not stand for. She clutched her hip in pain as she summoned one of her ashen-moore beasts. He landed in the middle of the town, as the people around her screamed in terror at the winged beast's flesh, burning and smouldering. She mounted her monstrosity and looked at the girl who had taken her out of the inn.

“Unfortunately, other things have take precedence to our conversation, maybe we will meet again.” And with that she embraced the warmth of the flaming creature and clicked its sides as she took flight. Wind blew her cloak back, exposing her china like skin and pale white hair, she looked like a monstrosity herself. She flew as fast as the beast would take her toward Brookinghiem, ignoring the grumbling in her still aching belly.