::Silver joined the fireside with a few folks from town who bid welcome and swings back some mead with a swarthy tough looking chap. She tries the jovial side of this tavern for a bit then hangs back from the cheerful crowd wondering how many mights it has been since she left the hinterlands::
"I hope I can make a fresh start, I'm tired of ..." ::She shakes her head with a grin and sips the mead::