Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140406165457/@comment-12599067-20140412045139

Morrigan finally arrived outside of Dawnstar, by this time too cold and weary to lift her eyes from the road and move in any direction other than that of the local inn. The cloaked traveler drew turned quite a few heads as she half-dragged herself over to the door of the tavern and pushed open the door, then stepped into the room and cast back her cowl. This time she drew even more attention, but now it was not purely for suspicion.

Morrigan did not even bother to cast a glare to any of the staring bar patrons as she sat down at the nearest table, then slumped forward with her head on the table. She was too tired to deal with anyone other than the barkeep, who promptly barked at the waiter to serve their new customer before resuming his chatter with the traveling merchant about the rising prices of ebony and other goods from Morrowind.