It was growing dark. Elora looked around cautiously before sliding her golden locket back down into the neck of her blouse. She had only taken a moment to look at her parent's image inside and she would not risk another second. Gold was a precious thing now and people would kill for it. That much she knew from experience - all too well. Elora pushed herself off of the wooden wall that had been supporting her and again looked around. A young woman alone at nightfall would be an easy target. It would be best if she moved now before being spotted by danger.
One could say that Elora was simply paranoid, but she knew better. She was not paranoid. No, never. She only knew the risk she was taking and she knew that not all people had the best intentions. No, she was
not paranoid. Her long, pale fingers reached back behind her head and pulled up the hood that would cover her features. Then with a quick caress of the bracelet that she wore on her right wrist, she reminded herself of what she was doing so far from home.
The tavern wasn't far, which was a relief to her after finding herself walking in circles. It was small and, surprisingly seemed empty. There were barely any shadows she could see inside, but once she got closer to the tavern's door the loud, angry voices told her otherwise. Her stomach jumped to her throat. Were these barbarians? Were these the sort she would make her journey with? If so, she had better show no cowardice. But what if they weren't? Nonsense. She was at the right place and at the right time. These people could be none other than her companions. With a quick swallow of her fear, Elora managed to push open the door of the tavern and step inside.
If Elora was richer, she would have bounded out of the tavern that second. A beast, who she deduced was the one she had heard outside, was a part of the group. Unfortunately, she was not rich and she had to do what could be done. She managed to clear her throat and keep her head down, silently stepping toward the group and coming to a comfortable place on the wall. With all of the tension, perhaps she was not seen. That would be for the best, in her opinion but even she knew that she wasn't invisible.