Thoughts of Home

She kept her eyes to the northwest, following the riders. She didn't know of Issic's discomfort regarding the approaching customer, but didn't say anything until the man had passed through the door anyway. When she did finally speak, her voice was soft.

"Ever go out to Avalon City? There's a little town out there... Afal Dyffryn. We used to live there." She sighed softly. "I swore I'd go back and reclaim our home." She looked down to the small towel in her hands and smiled ruefully. "And look at me now. Silas has been wonderful to me, giving me a place to stay and a steady job... I just never thought I'd end up a bar wench."

She looked up to him, her smile still a bit sad but her voice a little brighter. "So do you have any brothers or sisters?"