[center][b][i]Melisa Rynir - Onward to an Inn - Hials[/i][/b][/center]

Biting back a snap she normally would have sent out, Melisa stayed quiet for a moment. [i]A traveler? Dressed as I? I ought to smack her for saying such a foolish thing...her only saving grace is her ignorance. She knows not who I am.[/i] With a deep breath and reighning in on more control over her voice, she said, [b]"I'm no p-pesky traveler. one would think such a person comes more prepared for the expected w-weather. It has been a long time since i've walked these c-crowded streets is all..."[/b] Well, that was a [i]bit[/i] better than the first time. [b]"I have a better place to sleep tonight than a filthy inn... which I plan to take advantage of, though with d-discomfort at the thought of it."[/b] she said, refering to the Rhynir fortress that in her eyes was more like a prison. [b]However, I will gladly take food and drink regardless of the quality."[/b] she finished, 

With a sigh, Melisa decided to answer the question simply, likely the woman didn't want to know her backstory. [b]"I am here on an unwanted vacation."[/b] she said in a low voice. There it was, that menacing edge to her voice was clearer that time around as she glared at the footsteps in the snow. Melisa had already grown tierd of speaking to the woman, but did her best not to let her discomfort show. She didn't want to start telling the whole story of being dragged from Rehon to this place the gods appeared to have forgotten about. It was also very daunting, the realization of the next possible question being, [i]'Why were you huddled under the bridge like that?'[/i] 

Melisa gave a silent prayer the woman wouldn't bring it up. Her emotions were now under control, back to where she had like them to be. The last thing she needed was a trigger than sent her crying waterfalls again.