The inn was too jolly, too noisy, and too smelly. And Lydia hated all of it.
They had arrived earlier that day. it was a small island, nothing more than a harbor and a few houses really. Hal had brought his crew here to find a man who supposedly had information for them.
The idea to come to the inn was Jespers. At first she had agreed with the plan, it seemed like the best place to find someone in this village. Sure, she didn't like places with a lot of people. But she figured that she could handle one evening.
Lydia quickly realized how wrong she was. Even though the village had only a few houses, there were a lot more people than expected inside the inn, making it crowded and claustrophobic. She was slowly starting to panic.
There were people pressing into her all around her, multiple men had already "accidentally" stumbled into her, some drunkard was loudly singing a song next to her ear, and she had lost sight of her crew about 15 minutes ago.
It was getting harder and harder to breath. She felt that if she didn't get out of here fast, she was gonna pass out. Trying to push through the crowd, she was heading for the exit.
Once outside, she walked to the edge of the village, into the trees. When she was far enough into the forest, she sat down. She inhaled the scent of pine trees and slowly relaxed. In the forest there were no people around her, no singing drunkards, and no panic. Here she felt at peace, she felt safe.
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