Rain on the next day. The mood of the group got worse hourly. The group of merchants were much more optimistic – in a few hours, we would reach a little village, and hopefully a carriage builder or similar.

Soaked, we arrived in the evening. The street was empty – light and heat were emitted through the windows of the cabins. I was afraid of these houses. More mortals, more stress. The merchants found a turner and began to explain their situation.

The tavern of the village was gloomy. Just one of the four fireplaces smoldered. A dozen people sat around – and looked at us as we entered. A varg, alb, gnome and human – a rare travel group. Especially with me, a pale woman with silver hair, which is a really rare sight among young humans.

We chose a table nearby to the stairs leading to the bedrooms. “This is cosy! Dark and warm. Just my way,” Bob said, heaving himself on a human-sized chair. Kamurea had similar problems – the chairs were too small for her. Vi got on the windowsill and tighted her legs. I just stood there. Bob pointed at a seat, and I sat down on it – arms attached to my side, starring at the table. This was slightly comfortable – but mostly new and frightening. At that time, I thought I would never socialize. But then, the innkeeper brought us drinks. My first beer – it was amazing. My skin began to prickle immediately.

After I drank the first pitch, I began to feel really warm and comfy for the first time.