A pale woman with glossy black hair and green eyes sighed softly as she stroked the cat on her lap absent-mindedly. She sat upon a wooden chair, in an inn. Suddenly, she got up, and, her green cloak swirling about her ankles, headed towards the door. Her tortoiseshell cat followed her. Her lithe form suggested little power. As she headed outside, she collided with a woman with short red hair. "Oh! I'm so sorry! Are you quite alright?" she asked. Her voice, it was soft and clear, and seemed slightly sad. The woman looked young, somewhere around eighteen.
