Cries-loudly grumbles finding her way back to the tavern of the howling porcupine. Her body sore from a incident of out running a group of Daedroths that had unfortunately interrupted her dungeon hunt as she sat at a back table with a hiss of pain as she feels a sharp sting. Reaching down to pull out a very annoying blow dart that was embedded in her glute through her leather. "Damn, axe waving barbarians. This is the 5th time they slowed down that dungeon run."

She tapped her nails onto the table as she ordered an ale. Going to sip it. This was getting ridiculous. Those Daedra are costing valuable time. That dungeon wouldn't stay untouched forever. To many adventurers were traveling the road these days. There was only one option as she refused to even consider just dropping this dungeon. She would need a companion and while the thought of sharing loot made her want to grumble even more. The thought of no loot made her even grumpier. She would find herself scanning the Tavern. Looking through the travelers, hoping for a fighter or maybe even a mage to accompany her.