Pipster

Rina stared at the ship untill it sailed into the local Merual port, the moon shone high in the sky, most likely around midnight. "Wonder if the local fish shop is open..." she mumbled to herself, deep in thought.

Rina soonafter began her walk to the docks, "Really shouldn't have been out this late." her thoughts itched at her, she looked left and right every few seconds out of nervousness, even pulling out her staff ( Which was rather like unsheathing a sword ) at the start of a sound that sounded rather eerie, but soon strapping it once more, concluding it just to be a cat or an owl of somesorts.

She finally neared the docks, and the same ship was there, the man on the ship must've already been on his way. Rina sighed deeply, then entered the local fish shop.

"I see you're open John!" she said quite happily. "Aye, I am me' mistress." Rina smiled, "Now, you know I am not part of the council just yet, but wish me luck. I came here for some fish by the way..." She said, eyeing a rather large trout curiously. "I'll have this one John." Rina said, pointing towards the trout. "Has it been salted yet?" John's response was a somewhat dissapointed shake of his head, "No mistress, ran out unfourtunately." Rina nodded lightly as he passed the fish towards her, she took it into her left hand, pointing one finger at the fish, salt started lightly sprinkling upon it, apparently from no where. "There we go, many thanks John."

The walk into the middle of Merula was rather long, and almost as odd, or so Rina felt it to be. "Bloody rumours, all probaly lies..." Rina had a bad habit of talking to herself, not something that was an attractive feature of her's. Almost home, she caught sight of a pub, smacking her lips as she entered it, maybe for the fact that some company would be good on such a night, or that she was rather thirsty. "Good day to you Jack." she said to the barkeep, who looked as if he had seen a ghost, "G-g-good evenin' Rina." Rina frowned lightly at his stuttering, but asked for half a pint of ale and took her seat, not inquiring about it.

Jack hurried back to her, half a large cup of ale in one hand. "Mh... Thanks Jack." She said after sipping a good bit of the ale. The pub wasn't too empty, only a few seats not filled, most of the others sat good men of Merula. Just then Rina had imagined she heard a sound, not from the pub, but from the alley next to it. "Imagination, imagination..." She said, calming herself, apparently no one else had noticed it. Then again, people told Rina she had rather good hearing. She eyed to the door behind the bar table, leading to the back alley and shrugged lightly. Rina hummed lightly to herself as she sat in the little corner of the wooden building, the inn of Merula.

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