The arrival
The Waystone Inn was set in between a couple of trees which unfolded into a forest on both sides.
It seemed like an eerie kind of entrance into the little town, which lay behind the small tavern.
She had a lute strapped onto her back, carried a bag over one shoulder, another bag hanging from her belt, down to the side of her knee.
If she was exhausted it didn't show. Her eyes looked challenging from the wooden door, up to the tavern sign and back.
She straightened her back and pushed the door open with one shoulder.