Snippet #1926283

She didn't want to go out and brave the chill of the snow again, but the inn had been too full and Kiana was feeling so sluggish and tired, that she was sure that if she attempted any type of song or attempt at gathering information, let alone sweet-talking her way into getting a room. If she'd try, she'd probably mess up and end up revealing more things than learning.

Kiana stifled a yawn as she paid a few coins for the food. She had managed to get directions to the nearest inn through the simplest tactic of just asking. It was, apparently, close by and so she slipped reluctantly out of the warmth. Kiana pulled up her hood and stepped lightly back into the streets. She made sure her lyre was snug and began walking. It was getting late, but her steps weren't rushed - if she did, she might miss something.

And indeed, as Kiana neared her destination, she caught a glimpse of a figure leaning against a building. Kiana kept her pace measured as her eyes flicked to the other. The person seemed very muted in her black cloak hiding most of her features, but something about her - perhaps the way she held herself - told Kiana that she was something special. A secret, perhaps? Something that asked to be learned of. Kiana nodded to herself mentally. She would definitely look into this...