A knock sounds at your door and the fainter sound of boots stepping away from the door.
@cobblers-wife stands outside in buckskin pants and a too big shirt, a look of determination on her face.
It was difficult. Waking up, catching the sound of boots on stone, moving. Her body ached, wounds old and new reminding her of past foolishness but she rose regardless, there were few people who would come for her. Fewer still who could be knocking at her guest chambers.
Nox opens the door, her armor gone, an old sleeveless threadbare tunic and linen trousers in it's place. The dark circles under her eyes deeper, and a sickly pallor to her face even as she tried to smile at her visitor.
"Good afternoon Sierra, what brings you here?"
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