Theresa opened her own tavern & Inn with her father some years ago, after the old one on the crossroads to the capital of all The Lands. It was the busiest route that she knew of and a perfect location to attract as many travelers, messengers, even nobility as possible. She had seen many come and go, some she had even warmed through the night. Man or woman alike, she was not one to scurry away from trying new adventures. Her life consisted around the Inn so what was the harm in having a little bit of fun when she finally had her rest?

On a particularly rainy day, a weary man entered the Inn. His face stoic but hardened, it was obvious that the man had seen things and perhaps done things that taint the soul. His attire was full black. From his surcoat to his hose and even his leather boots, were all black. Even his hair was black and long, loosely tied in the back, as she had noted when he pulled back the hood of his cloak. the only color she could see were the leather belts around his torso and hip, where she could see a longsword and a dagger on the back. Both sheated nicely inside of their scabbards. She also made notice of the fur that lined his cloak. Fur of a great white direwolf. Uncommon and extremely dangerous to obtain, which for a man like him, she found herself thinking, must be another Sunday. His scars were evidence of his violent or troublesome past and that was only in his face.

She had welcome him with open arms and offered him plenty ale and roasted turkey that was first rubbed with honey and sprinkled with different spice. And for her troubles, she received a nice payment and a night full of wonders, gasps and moans. She would feel it until tomorrow, she thought. Not because of his size, she had bigger, but his volume, his stamina, it was unlike anything she had experienced yet.

Somewhere in the night, an hour or two before the sun would rise, she felt the bed shift beside her. She opened her eyes lazily to find him nude in the room, picking up his clothing and silently getting dressed. She sat up in the bed, not bothering to cover herself up with the linen sheets they had found refuge under mere momenst ago. Why should she anyway, after that night they just had? She would then also come to realize she doesn't even know who he is. A knight? A knight turned traveler? A bounty hunter? A mercenary looking for his next kill with the right coin thrown his way? She knew nothing yet wanted to know it all. Was it the mystery, the night she wouldn't forget or was it the knowledge that he was vulnerable for just a moment when they slept together?

"Leaving already? The sun hasn't even shown it's head yet and you're already leaving me here, cold and in need of affection." she said in a soft and whiny voice but none of it was genuine. So he thought anyway. She didn't even know the man's name, she scolded herself for that.