It's a stormy night, perhaps that's why Nora enters the tavern tonight, clutching her old, once tattered cloak closer around herself. It was clearly once an expensive peice of attire, but has since been ruined by the elements and time. She slides to silver piece across the counter with shaking fingers. "M-may I have a bit of bread and s-s-something warm to drink, please?"
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