Varnya is tired. She had come a long way today and the lack of accommodation from the manlings here was frustrating. Of course she could have stayed in the Inn in the previous town another night, but the unpleasantness there had made that difficult. Still, the man shouldn't ought to have said what he said.

She's not exactly scared at being out on Hexensnacht. The humans generally weren't a problem and she had her hammer for anything more dangerous that she might meet out in the wilds. But then again only a fool would be blase about travelling alone this close to Sylvania. And according to her Master, Hexensnacht itself was supposed to be one of those times when even a Dwarf had to be careful. Something about convergences wasn't it?