Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25912051-20141230014513/@comment-11457306-20150106044414

Sharra had ridden for two days to get to get from Dragon's Bridge, where'd she'd been holed up in the old Penitus Oculatus headquarters, to Whiterun. She was hungry, dirty and very tired by the time she arrived in the city with her summons. A lot of trouble had been expended on securing the document from its rightful owner. She kept it tucked in her breast band for safekeeping, talked her way past the guards and made a beeline for the inn. It seemed to be filling up with patrons, so she figured she wasn't alone. She ordered a bowl of venison stew and an ale at the bar and shoved a drunk off his chair so she'd have a place to sit at a table.

She looked around as she ate, studying faces and wondering who the unknown host of the little party was, or if he was even there yet.