The Order of the Elanor

     Walking into the Inn, Dieudonnae was unable to conceal her disdain for its occupants. For seated at the tables were rogues, thieves, drunkards, and even shadier folk. She took one of the hard, wooden chairs, and sat in a corner near enough to the fireplace. She knit her brows and frowned, obviously expecting somebody and disturbed for their nonattendance.