The young woman made the barest whisper of sound as she approached the old wooden building. Whispers of what happened within this place, The Chainned Inn, had reached her ears the moment she set foot on the streets of this strange land. What shocked her most was that such goings-on were permitted, even tolerated by the locals. Youthful idealism soon became outrage. She paused before the forbidding door, the lack of light and warmth should've warned her off, should've had her calling for backup.
But then, Katerrina Hess never did do what she was supposed to do. Calling for help would make it look like she couldn't handle a simple problem, and she hated waiting for backup. Her teachers had long said she needed to learn patience, needed to be less prideful, less arrogant. But, Katerrina was confident in her abilities, both physical and mental. The people she passed in the street were all primitive. Surely, no one here would be a match for someone from the Order.
She was clad all in black, from the toes of her soft leather boots, to the hood of her well-worn traveling cloak. strands of red curly hair peeking from beneath it. Her tunic and breeches showed she was definitely all woman, all softness and curves under the dark woolen fabrics. A shiver ran through her spine as she touched the door's handle, instantly dismissed as being from the chill in the night air, and Katerrina pulled the door open, and stepped inside.
She should have known better.
But then, Katerrina Hess never did do what she was supposed to do. Calling for help would make it look like she couldn't handle a simple problem, and she hated waiting for backup. Her teachers had long said she needed to learn patience, needed to be less prideful, less arrogant. But, Katerrina was confident in her abilities, both physical and mental. The people she passed in the street were all primitive. Surely, no one here would be a match for someone from the Order.
She was clad all in black, from the toes of her soft leather boots, to the hood of her well-worn traveling cloak. strands of red curly hair peeking from beneath it. Her tunic and breeches showed she was definitely all woman, all softness and curves under the dark woolen fabrics. A shiver ran through her spine as she touched the door's handle, instantly dismissed as being from the chill in the night air, and Katerrina pulled the door open, and stepped inside.
She should have known better.