As the Inn filled up with its morning customers, one of the regular tenants came downstairs. They wore a long black cloak, covering their face, body, and clothes. No one payed much attention to them, except for a casual glance at how tall the tenant was, and the quiver slung across their back. The tenant strode through the small crowd, avoiding contact with everyone. They did not stop to appreciate the exquisite build of the door as they stepped outside, and they did not give the building a second glance.

Only once the Inn was out of view did the tenant remove the hood from their face to reveal stunningly white blond hair, sharp facial features, crystal blue eyes, and tapered ears. Clarissa pulled her elven-crafted ebony bow from the quiver, and held her hand ready to act at a moment's notice. She had to be ready; she had something very important to do.

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