Several of the people sitting on the porch jump as a figure, a young woman, scrambles up out of the gathering dark outside and jumps down into the porch. She moves silently, and the ravens, if they noticed her passing beneath their trees, paid her no heed. Dressed in worn leathers, or perhaps merely animal skins, there is what looks to be a stone knife at her belt, razor sharp, though surely no use in combat. Her dark hair is tangled and wild, knotted with leaves and twigs, and her features, small and fierce, seem as wild as her appearance. She seems more a part of the land beyond the inn than of the world of men, and the scent of the wild is rich upon her, and as she looks warily about her, taking in each of you in turn, she seems almost more animal than human. But then, as if deciding that there is no danger here, she grins, a quick smile that returns the humanity to her eyes, and moves to your table.
"I'm Talia," she announces. "And if one of you is the inn-keeper, I'd love a drink."
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