Audani sat on the edge of her bed, impatiently pulling her guarded boot onto her foot with an overly aggressive tug. Her fiery hair fell around her shoulders as she muttered to herself, [color=00a99d]"So many rebels, so much action to be had, and here I lay in my quarters like useless skeever..."[/color] She secured her remaining boot around her knee and stood up, briefly shooting a glance to her side table. A sad sight to behold with only a few coins and an empty mug. Swiping them from it's rough surface, she pockets the gold and strides to the door, her foul mood radiating from every gesture. She pushes the door open with a low creak, peeking into the corridor with hopes that something exciting or at least different will grace it's stillness. Even without an event to rouse her restless mind, there should be a pint to be had somewhere.