Li's horse reared up in angst as the slowed from a gallop to a halt outside The Inn of Ill Omen. Rain lashed at Li's hood and clothes in the darkness and the inn's sign swang round and round its pole with a shrill creak. She lead her horse into the stables and petted it nose in reassurance but the beast only snorted and turned its tail toward it's new rider. Li knew that it would take more that a couple hours riding to become properly aquatinted with this horse. She left the animal and stepped back into the rain, passing a hooded figure, like her self, leading their horse into the stables.
Li was met with a warm glow of candles as she entered the Inn. It was scarcely populated but the residence seemed docile, all staring into their tall glasses of mead or hosting their own private conversations in hushed voices. Li enquired at the bar for a single room for a single night and paid up the appropriate funds. Once she had paid she felt it safe to remove her hood and in doing so she roused the attention of the other patrons standing by the bar. After looking daggers at each one in tern Li spoke matter-of-factly to the barman.
"I'm a traveling trader from China, I'm not here to cause trouble." Her fair asian features were illuminated by a nearby flickering candle. They were clenched in a stern frown.
"I thought you 'ad an funny accent." Rich, Li thought, coming from the thick talking barman. "What'r'you tradin' exactly?" He enquired.
"Spices and tea." She informed him quite innocently. "A little gunpowder for those who need it." She shot him a quick glance and his stomach knotted. If you know of anyone interested in trade sent them to my room." And with that she turned to accend the stares to the private quarters. She hadn't noticed the two hooded figures that had recently entered the Inn. They watched from a darkened corner as she climbed the stairs.
ooc: open to a character of any description interested in developing this story in any particular way.
Li was met with a warm glow of candles as she entered the Inn. It was scarcely populated but the residence seemed docile, all staring into their tall glasses of mead or hosting their own private conversations in hushed voices. Li enquired at the bar for a single room for a single night and paid up the appropriate funds. Once she had paid she felt it safe to remove her hood and in doing so she roused the attention of the other patrons standing by the bar. After looking daggers at each one in tern Li spoke matter-of-factly to the barman.
"I'm a traveling trader from China, I'm not here to cause trouble." Her fair asian features were illuminated by a nearby flickering candle. They were clenched in a stern frown.
"I thought you 'ad an funny accent." Rich, Li thought, coming from the thick talking barman. "What'r'you tradin' exactly?" He enquired.
"Spices and tea." She informed him quite innocently. "A little gunpowder for those who need it." She shot him a quick glance and his stomach knotted. If you know of anyone interested in trade sent them to my room." And with that she turned to accend the stares to the private quarters. She hadn't noticed the two hooded figures that had recently entered the Inn. They watched from a darkened corner as she climbed the stairs.
ooc: open to a character of any description interested in developing this story in any particular way.