Idris found herself close to the outside of Sayrn, her typically pale skin tanned due to her time spent training under Kali-En on top of the two day trek to the Inn she was told she needed to go to. The journey to the city was not at all displeasing as the autum months were no where near as brutal as the winter's she was used to in the mountains she had called home for so many years. 

	[color=00a651][b][i]Thanathos, I really hope I'm almost there,[/i][/b][/color] she thought to herself as she stumbled slightly, she was exhausted and it was only mid-day judging by the position of the sun. With a sigh she trudged on and by nightfall, she saw what she assumed to be campfires in the distance which brought a small amount of hope, and mild worry, to an otherwise dreary day. Finding a relatively out of the way place, she set up a small camp, laying out her her make-shift bed before she flopped down., With in minutes, she was asleep, her pistols close by her and her pike clutched tightly withing her hand in case any unwanted visitors decided to show up.

	Around dawn, Idris was up and packed before she set off on the final leg of her journey, relieved that she would be able to sleep in a bed. It was around mid-day that she came across a blockade of multiple Imperial camps scattered along the length of the outter walls. Frowning, she housted her bag up a bit higher on her shoulder and scanned the outter wall in hopes of finding the Inn that she had been told to wait at. When her eyes finally fell on a building made of wood and brick standing at about two stories, she let out a small sigh and headed towards the crossroads it stood on.

	[color=00a651][b]"About friggin time,"[/b][/color] she grumbled as she stalked over to the Inn, intent of having a mug and shoveling some food into her face.

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	After managing to keep to herself, Idris found herself being led through a suprisingly dusty and rather irritable city by a couple of rebels. Having been used to snow rather than dust, she found the dust inside the city to be nearly suffocating, her nose beginning to run slightly as she placed her hands over her nose and mouth. Once the Rebels brought her to her destination, she was almost too caught up in her near inability to breath to notice the man standing in the central square wearing wearing a rather expensive suit. However, what did catch her attention immediately were the two people in Silver as she approached them, her footsteps as quiet as she could manage.