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Kara thought it was particularly quiet this evening, as she wove her way through the streets of Drache. Rain fell gently on the street, but she didn't seem to mind. She had just come from the library, and therefore the orc was dressed in her nicer tunic. The black one with the interlocking vine pattern inlaid upon the sleeves. Still, she had made sure to tuck that small rusty dagger jnto her belt. Can't be too careful. She seemed pretty lost in her thoughts. Well, daydreams more like. It was one of the reasons she liked books so much. Some of them were simply daydreams written down on paper. She smiled to herself, her lips tugging on the small tusks which jutted out between them. She stopped suddenly though, a look of worry crossing her grey eyes. Well, there was the inn, but something seemed off. Oh yeah, the door was opened. She strode forward, the light from the inn dancing across her olive-green skin, highlighting the large scar, which marred the length of her face, diagonally, from right to left. Finally, she stepped to the threshold, peering in cautiously in case something was amiss.