When the stranger walked into the pub, almost no one paid any mind. The heaving bulk walking over and collapsing at the bar, hooded head falling down with a heavy thunk.
The wings of the bartender flared for a moment, before she smiled, "Here for water or wine, stranger?"
"A rest between the wars." He mumbled with a growl that made her heart flutter in a familiar fear.
All the same, it wasn't in the pixie to show any sort of stranger anything less than the best hospitality. This was her inn, the only place of comfort between Camein and Goruut. Here, she would always maintain a place to fall, if not a thing of paradise.