Sure enough the first to come through the door, a strange young lass who hid her face under a cowl that seemed to glow amidst the crackling orange flames of the hearth emanating heat, immediately she strolled up to the armor clad woman chewing on roasted goat meat and ripping another tender chunk off the bone with her gnashing teeth, inquiring of Nariah about what else, the mysterious letter.  Twas surprising as Nariah didn't even know the woman entered the lowly inn, at least not until she spoke with a voice as calm as a temple priestess.  [b]"Aye."[/b]  Curtly Nariah returned before swallowing down her meat with a gulp of mead, sweet and heavy upon her parched tongue.  [b]"So you were sent one as well, am I correct?"[/b]  She set her tankard down with a clatter and a gruff sigh.  [b]"Ye look tired, lass.  Have a seat and a drink, on me."[/b]  A sly wink she gave to the woman, not smarmy of course but rather a friendly gesture.  After the woman came yet another, a young man, a fairly built one too.  By the look of him, Nariah figured he hailed from the eastern lands, places of exotic cultures and traditions.  His clothes and the manner in which he carried himself seemed to reflect such to the northerner.

He took a seat next to the woman and ordered him a bit to eat and drink as well.  With a light chuckle, Nariah answered him, [b]"Indeed lad.  As pretty as the flowers of the Faelands."[/b]  A strange feeling, she assumed that this wasn't all, that there were more who would eventually arrive, and so Nariah awaited their arrival, though with a bit of a jest, [b]"A'right."[/b]  She laughed.  [b]"So which one of ye was it who sent the letter?  Was it ye lass?  Or was it this burly feller over here?"[/b]