After she had left the boy sleeping, she had barely slept. Thoughts kept turning to the thousands of books and scrolls. There was need to know others beyond the walls of the infamous Red Dragon Inn.
Frustration at not being able to sleep, she threw back the covers and sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand passed over her bare, mottled head before she stood. Leathers still worn whispered when she moved.
She slipped her boots on and belted the sway-leather belt sashed across her torso. A belt with several pouches on them was chinched about her waist before she moved for the door, but not before taking her cloak from its hook. Another look to Tomas where he slept, she closed the door.
Word was left with the seemingly ever-present Guido who stood in sentry near the door that she would return no later than the middle of the next day -- if the boy were to inquire. With that done, the scribe left the three-storied establishment behind and ventured out into the ancient great-city again with steep hopes that she would meet some that she had seen within the inn, and those yet unseen and unheard of.
Frustration at not being able to sleep, she threw back the covers and sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand passed over her bare, mottled head before she stood. Leathers still worn whispered when she moved.
She slipped her boots on and belted the sway-leather belt sashed across her torso. A belt with several pouches on them was chinched about her waist before she moved for the door, but not before taking her cloak from its hook. Another look to Tomas where he slept, she closed the door.
Word was left with the seemingly ever-present Guido who stood in sentry near the door that she would return no later than the middle of the next day -- if the boy were to inquire. With that done, the scribe left the three-storied establishment behind and ventured out into the ancient great-city again with steep hopes that she would meet some that she had seen within the inn, and those yet unseen and unheard of.