The sound of footsteps outside the inn gave only a momentary warning before the door burst open. “Food !” A cloaked figure shouted, striding towards one of the tables as if he owned the place. Sarianna winced at the intrusion, but didn't seem overly surprised as she headed back towards the kitchen. A few heartbeats later she emerged with a steaming bowl of some unidentified stew and a mug of whatever passed as coffee in these parts. Sickly sweet, you could smell it throughout the inn.
Never removing his hood, the visitor glanced about the room, giving you a glimpse of dark, suspicious eyes. "I see you haven't changed your policy Sarianna . . still housing any scum that lands on your doorstep."