A week later, a few hours before sunrise, found Alanna staring at the door to the Dancing Dove. She turned to Kaylaia, "Could you take our stuff in and get our rooms, I'm going to see George."
Kaylaia nodded, Alanna handed over her pack, threw a coin at the stable boy and started to climb up the wall. Kaylaia walked into the Dove got two rooms, threw Alanna's bag into her room, closed the door, walked into her own room, dropped her pack, and fell asleep.
Alanna reached George's window and slipped inside. A knife went to her throat, "Didn't your mama teach ya to use doors?"
Alanna smiled, "I'm not here to kill ya, and do you say that every time someone breaks into your room?"
George pressed on her a neck a little harder, "Who are ya?"
Alanna was getting annoyed, the knife hurt. So, she grabbed his arm swung it down and threw him over her body. Still holding the arm, she pulled the knife out and smiled, "I'm hurt that you forgot me so soon! I've only been gone a few years."
George paled, "Alanna?"
She smiled, let him up, and used her gift to light a candle, "Yep."
