Tirarrian lumbered across the street to what she assumed was the largest inn in town, wondering what time it was in the morning. Her hands were sore and numb, while her eyes stung from being focused on fine details for so long. She wasn't even hungry, she'd lost her appetite in a haze of tiredness and blood. Not like she was going to get any hot food at this time anyways

She entered through the door, and noted the bell not ringing, having been removed as to not waken the guests. She exchanged a few brief words with the equally tired clerk and threw him a few coins for a spot in the common room. Most inns and taverns offered travellers a spot to sleep in their main room for bargain price. It wasn't the cleanest place, but it was out of the elements and was situated exactly where Tirarrian wanted to be; the largest inn in town (which she hoped was also the most distinctive Tavern).

She dumped her bags, armed her anti-theft alarms on her bags and used it as a pillow. She pulled her coat over herself and promptly fell asleep. She didn't mind the uncomfortable floor, because she wasn't in the Tavern. She was dreaming of being heroic and saving the world