Shayndra sat in a corner of the inn, petting her fox while listening to reports on the war. She ate her supper with her free hand. She spared a glance towards the paladin conversing with the inn keeper. Perhaps there was light, somewhere in the world. But every light casts its own shadow. She finished her supper quickly, her grey blue fox sitting beside her, content to be pet. She would retire early, perhaps leave before the streets were crowded with people.