“Rayt, stay close.” Elizabeth whispered to her companion. The dog was circling around her owner, making sure that she was safe from the inhabitants of this port town. It smelled disgustingly of fish and salt and made Elizabeth want to heave. None of the people here looked very friendly but Liz and Rayt needed a place to stay and this was the last place they were going until the next morning. Elizabeth was lost and wandering around the town, while not scared to ask for directions, she just did not care to speak to the people here. She kept her dagger close to her waist, ready to grab if she needed to protect herself.
Elizabeth took a seat on a nearby bench, close to the harbor. She left her hood down as to not look suspicious and her long black hair spilled out over her shoulders. Her dark orbs connected with Rayt’s as the dog placed her head on Elizabeth’s lap. All Liz could do was gently pet her loving friend. “It’s okay girl, we will find someway to eat and somewhere to sleep. @highseaqueen
