The click of Asterin's heels vibrated in her ears as she walked down the back alley that would lead out to the town square before the castle of King Vilen. She had traveled on foot from Eneles, which wasn't much of a journey since she lived near the outskirts of the kingdom. Asterin wished to go out and see the world. She wanted nothing more than to find an excuse to leave her dusty little wooden shack of a shop in west Eneles and experience life the way she felt it was meant to be experienced. For her, finding the crown wasn't a matter of gaining a higher quality of life in the castle -no- she would most likely pass the opportunity to a peasant. 

See, Asterin was a young lady in a kingdom of greedy, self absorbed people, never bothering to take the time to stop and enjoy life for what it was; a gift and a miracle. It bothered her to no end. Day after day, all she could do was create pocket dimensions for those greedy hoarders to satisfy their need to posses and own. It was in Rin's nature, her blood, to long for peace. Such was the way of the Elkrit people, and Asterin knew the only way she would escape the foul life she had made for herself, was to set out on this quest. It was an opportunity given to her by the gods. A miracle. And Asterin would not let it pass her up.

Soon Asterin found herself standing among the bustle that buzzed before Vilen Castle, everyone speaking excitedly as they passed by. Groups of small children giggled and awed as stories were shared of the recent events; the stolen crown. Words came into earshot and quickly faded into the noise of people as Asterin walked through the clusters of people. [i]'It's around here somewhere...'[/i] Rin thought in a frustrated tone. Upon entering the city she had learned that there was an inn and tavern near the castle gates that was full of travelers looking to take on the challenge to find the crown. That was where she had to go to find a partner, a few traveling companions to protect her on this dangerous journey. Asterin wasn't an air-headed woman. She knew this journey would be dangerous, she had already heard the many stories of travelers being killed by bandits hiding in valley trails and forest paths looking for the crown. Asterin would need company to keep her safe, she was skilled with staffs and axes but she didn't have the strength to fight on her own, she was just a young lady after all. Just then Rin's eyes fell upon the sign that had been described to her by many other travelers and townsfolk. It was a sign made of iron rods, crafted and bent in a way so that they appeared as fantastical vines. At the center was a blue crystal that shimmered in the sunlight. Here was the Mayburry Inn. 

Asterin stood up straight and held her chin high as she pushed open the wooden door to the tavern. She wasn't afraid, but she didn't want to appear timid to the adventurers within. As the door swung shut behind her Asterin's eyes calmly scanned the area with a look of settle content. The place was clean, free of dirt and dust as was common in most taverns. It was obvious that the location of the Mayburry Inn helped to bring in enough profit to keep the place tidy. Glasses clinked and men chuckled and rambled out stories to their buddies as Asterin strode confidently to a wooden table near the bar. The click of her heels on the stone floor warranted a couple of glances from the patrons but Rin didn't mind it. She pulled away the metal stool and sat at the table, her legs tucking comfortably underneath her. "And now to wait." Asterin sighed to herself, stretching out her arms. She would sit and listen to the conversation around her. Silently picking out the Inn's regulars from the newcomers and the foreigners beginning their quest. When she thought she found someone suitable to travel with, Asterin would approach them.