It had been a while since she had last been within the little town of Shadowdale. Memories of her capture, torture and death momentarily emerged within her thoughts.
Although she was not exactly perturbed by these images anymore, they managed to cause the smallest of twitches to her faces.
Ah, but that would not stop her from what she was in the little town for. She would be wearing her leathery attire and void of anything but her traveling gear. Of course, Aurelin her blade, was sheathed and hung from her left hip.
Walking into the center of town, she looks around before she walks off to attempt to find Julia Navarre.