junno swings the door to the tavern open, a wild gust of freezing wind entering, making her heavy tunic dance along side it. She dusts the snow off of her tunic, head and tail as she lowers her hood and sits at the front bar and looks at the bartender
One cold beer... she looks around looking for potential protectors. The guild of adventurers would have been a better choice, but she ain't no member, so this will have to do
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