Jane opened her eyes to the beams of the morning sun shining through the window and onto her bed. After a rather uneventful night's sleep, she felt refreshed and ready to set out. She quickly dressed herself in her leather pants and tunic, the gear was not very protective in a fight, but what it lacked in defense, it made up for in maneuverability, just what a thief like Jane needed.
Yet as she was getting dressed, Jane suddenly felt a bit unsure about the journey that lay ahead. That sleazy informant had told her next to nothing, and so she really had no real idea of what this town was like. Thus she could either continue on with her journey, quite unprepared for what lay ahead, or she could ask the locals of this frigid barony for information on Little Silverhorne and possibly the secrets that it contained...
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