Slowly, the heavy tavern doors slide open and a small, hooded figure slips into the room. Surveying her surroundings for a moment, the stranger adjusts the crossbow strapped across her back before sauntering over to the bar and ordering a cup of wine. She pays and finds a seat in the far corner of the room, bowing her head into her mug and taking slow, controlled sips, keeping a constant eye out for any trouble. A white tail flecked with grey protrudes from under the thick leather poncho she's wearing, and proceeds to flick lazily as she drinks. The tavern is fairly empty during that time of the day, and she can't help but feel unsettled by the quiet atmosphere.