Fe'male looked around the outside of the inn. Little Choice was indeed a fitting name for this place. It wouldn't have been her first pick of places to stop, but there was no other choice. A young boy approached and Fe'male allowed him to take her horse and feed it. She entered the establishment to get a room. It had been a long ride and now the day was growing dark. Fe'male felt more at ease in the dark over here. She felt as much an outcast here as she did at home before leaving on this mission.
She made her way to the bar and was served a stew by the lady of the inn. This place had no meat, a great disappointment. She was not used to such light meals. There were very few in the inn and, like Fe'male, it seemed they wished to be ignored. She finished her meal and was showed her room. It was small but she only needed it for the night.
Fe'male saw her brother standing right in front of her. He was yelling, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. She looked around and the beach shore was packed with dragonborn. Her brother was battle ready, leading an army of dragonborn soldiers. He was in slow motion as he began to run towards the mountain pass. Something was wrong though. Fe'male felt immobilized. She tried to run, to catch up. She struggled, fear and anxiety welling in her chest. They had all made it into the pass ahead of her and she strained to see any of them now.
Fe'male awoke in the morning heart pumping, but could not remember why. She made ready to depart. She put each piece of her dragonborn chainmail armor back on. It fit perfectly after years of wear. She pulled the bag of black shells from under the pillow and tied them back to her belt. She readied her sack of belongings and her halberd and carried it all downstairs.
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