Swinging the axe with an almighty thunk, Fate speared the last block of wood, splitting it in half. Tucking the axe away, she gathered together an armful of freshly chopped wood and made her way inside, letting the back door swing shut behind her with a soft click. Weaving her way through the place, she unloaded her collection of logs onto the top of a slowly diminishing pile, snagging the last one and instead placing it on the fire. Feeling something brush up against her leg, Fate glanced down, grinning and bending down to scratch the ginger cat behind the ears.
Waltzing to the bar, her twin war hammers swinging, one on each hip, Fate was just in time to see a patron order something strong from Busker, there was something about that person's voice and image that rang a bell with Fate, but before she could investigate further a young looking girl walked in. Can I have some food? And something to drink, please. she wrote when she reached the bar. Blinking just once in slight shock, Fate nodded, "How strong?" she queried, leaning on the bar and eying the girl, taking in her long white hair and single seeable blue-green eye. Oh the irony. Fate thought stopping herself from reaching up to her own single visible aqua eye.