A creak can be heard through the silent night as the door to a inn is pried open. A black clad foot slowly steps through the opening, followed by another. To the bar the feet did stroll, and the figure attached to them tossed some coin to the counter, they shined in the light as her deep black eyes starred to the fat and sweaty man behind the counter. He knew what to get her without speech, as she is usually his only customer this late at night.
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