#thegraymaiden

You can be the saddest bean, it is okay to be sad Oran.

@thegraymaiden

As she stepped into the tavern area of the local in, she kept the hood up on her cloak. No need to draw unwanted attention. If she couldn’t find who she was looking for this would only be a quick stop anyway.

She’d heard so many rumors about the woman who could find anyone. Some simply wrote her off as an excellent detective and tracker. Others called it magic. But Pyrrha could wager a stronger guess as to what it really was, a semblance of some kind. Either way, the rumors surrounding this woman’s movements had lead her here. She only hoped she could help her find what she was looking for. Chasing rumors was starting to get old.

She cast a glance around the room, eyes darting over each patron. One caught her eye. Gray clothes, travel worn and dusty, and silvery blonde hair falling down her back in waves. Bingo. Weaving through the room she came to a stop beside the woman’s table. 

Winter glanced over to where Lia pointed and looked back at her friend. “Okay, while I get that, I need you to keep pressure on this for a few seconds. Understand?” Rather than wait for an answer, Winter took Lia’s hand and pressed it against the wound. 

Grabbing the cloak, Winter frowned and made a small cut in the fabric before ripping it apart.

“Indeed Liaden. How have you been?”

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