Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160627220231/@comment-26571677-20161104051807

A barely noticeable frown appeared on Valka's face, hidden in the dark. She would get nothing from this lady. She was clearly too traumatised and catatonic to provide any good information, provided that she had even seen anything at all. She had gotten nothing from this endeavour, and to say that her mood was foul was an understatement. Valka was positively rotten with how angry she currently felt.

She hopped out of a nearby window, landing silently on the ground that was covered in a light blanket of white snow. She disaappeared into the darkness in the next second, lost to the shadows yet again, before reappearing in a nearby alleyway, undetected, and unseen.

She quickly loosened her braid, letting her long, flat hair curl around her shoulders, and flow down her back, ending at waist height. The gothic looking girl then put on a big, fluffy jacket, before pulling on a pair of loose tracksuit pants, completely changing her look in a matter of seconds, ensuring that she could walk around without too much suspicion now.

For a moment, she contemplated going back to her safehouse, and just as quickly discarded the thought. It was around 10Km away already, and she did not fancy travelling that far just for a mostly empty cabin. Tonight, she would travel to a tavern, have some food, sleep, and possibly gather information on the way.

10 minutes later, she walked into an inn that was unusually quiet. She paced her way up to the table, and tapped the counter.

"I want a room for the night, and a stiff shot of whiskey. Preferably mellow, clean, and aged in something wooden."